It’s my job to give him every opportunity I would want myself.
Life is about finding your home team.
Verbal or non, autism or not, kids are kids.
I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.
My kid needs me. I owe him.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
To not do so is to not treat my son like a human.
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.