Trying to “help” can break a connection, instead of building it.
Trying to “help” can break a connection, instead of building it.
This isn’t a story about speech. It’s about trust, connection, and meeting my son where he already was.
My nonverbal son doesn’t care about gifts, decorations, or Santa, but he understands the true spirit of the holidays more than most of us ever will
Dating as a single dad to a teenager and a nonverbal child with autism means more than most people realize.
Admitting my nonverbal son doesn’t understand some things isn’t insulting. It’s accepting.
It’s a prime example that the world can wait a few minutes when we need it to.
Trust like this doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time, sometimes years, of being there when your child needs you most.
In 2011, I thought my son had said his first word. Years later, I finally understood what was really happening. This is the story of how I learned to see my nonverbal son exactly as he is.
Every year, Lucas hangs a single ornament on our Christmas tree. This time, he showed me just how much a child can learn without anyone noticing.
It’s not just about pajamas. It’s about progress, independence, and realizing my son may be capable of more than I ever imagined.
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