When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
They’re not here to make me feel better. They’re here to help my son.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
We walked into the crowded and cramped waiting area. That’s when my son had a meltdown.
When it comes to Autism, the entertainment world has a very distinct way of presenting things.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.
I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.