Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
Some of my lowest points from the past few years are softened by their links to some great memories with my children.
The scariest thing about being a newly diagnosed special needs parent is that you’re a newly diagnosed special needs parent.
Having Autism or any special needs doesn’t mean the absence of personality or humor. All of his quirks – good and bad – are his and I love him.
The absence of language can seem like a major barrier and, in some ways, it can be. In most ways, though, it’s not.
Autism spectrum or not, every kid wants to have fun. It just takes time figure out how to make that happen.
Teach them to fear Styrofoam and they will cower at packing peanuts forever unless someone shows them how you were wrong. Teach them to fear people and the same thing will happen.
You don’t have to be expressly called a dipstick by an elementary school kid in order to feel like one.
Lucas and I had been talking this whole time and I, in all my hope for verbalized words, had missed it.
It’s like being the best barber in the shop and finding out that, in six months, your job will also include competitive Frisbee and candle-making.
For many, my son having “special needs” means focusing on the things he can’t do. It overshadows many of the powerful things he can.
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