There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
Never fear learning who your child is.
Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?
All I needed to do was be there for him.
Wherever you go, there you are. I can’t wait to get there.
Don’t pity me for my child. I don’t want it and I won’t have it.
I want the world to know. It’s the whole reason I write.
I don’t care why he has autism.
There’s no shame in the things that make us who we are.
It doesn’t matter how many times we have to go over it, we will.
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