I know there are things that he doesn’t get about my world. There are things about his world that I don’t get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
Everyone is on the same page in that we’re all aware that autism exists. It doesn’t mean that people accept it.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
“What must it be like when they’re all alone back at home?”
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of “bless you” isn’t one of them.
Today, I ask that same question in a very different way.