Those who treat him like he’s capable of anything will get the best him he can be.
For some, my son’s Autism brings up feelings about themselves, not about him.
It doesn’t matter how thirsty I am or how recently I got it. My water is his water.
On this day, in this room, for this concert, my main goal was to make sure we stayed until the finish.
He’s not being rude. He’s being him. If you’re patient, though, he’s fantastic.
It’s why my stomach gets knots. It’s why I come running.
A terrible decision for your child might be the perfect one for mine.
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
Autism doesn’t make my son the best boy in the world. The fact that he’s mine makes him the best boy in the world.