The tiny little person who we were most concerned about in terms of dealing with her brother’s Autism pretty much schooled us on how to deal with her brother’s Autism.
Suddenly all the corny nonsense you were forced to do for the sake of family unity has become a source of humiliation again.
How can I allow my school-aged child with autism to still play with a toy designed for a toddler? Doesn’t that go against the very nature of my job?
The bizarre humor that rushes through my head is decades below my own age group and doesn’t even need an audience to spring up.
The hardest thing about my non-verbal son’s first day of school was sending him alone on that bus.
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
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.”