I don’t keep a running tally on who has it better or worse between us. That’s not how friendships work.
Every diagnosis doesn’t require grief-stricken language.
The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.
After some very awkward apologies, we took part in an even more awkward hour of singing.
This hefty little guy, out of nowhere, launched himself into the air sideways like a shortstop gliding through space…
Simply put, he’s mine and I’ll watch over him forever.
I had done nothing wrong, but at the time, their confused glances sure made me feel that way.
Not the “Autism Awareness” where you are aware of what Autism is.
Even the least cynical person on the planet would have a tough time with this situation.
So what should you say? Well, to me there was only one statement that always fits…