An early end to a wonderful day is better than a late end to a miserable one.
Some of the most beautiful human beings I have ever met have told me horror stories about interactions with some of the vilest individuals out there.
As his dad, I’ve winced in worry through the years when he would dash away down the block, pull his TV off the nightstand, or try to submerge his face in the bathtub. Him? He’s cool.
Lucas marches to the beat of his own drummer. And that drummer is Dave Grohl in Nirvana smashing his drums into oblivion every morning.
I often say that the world should try to be a little more like my son. We’d all be better for it.
I can’t treat him like I would another child who’s disobeying me due to a lack of respect. That’s not what this is.
This is the kid who I was afraid would never be able to express his wants and needs.
I have never, in my entire life, been as in awe of one person as I am of him. He does things his own way.
As long as it comes from a place of learning, rather than cruelty, I will answer anything.
We are so busy telling everyone that we’re aware and accepting of people with autism, we don’t stop to appreciate when they are aware and accepting of us.