I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.
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."
A family is made up of many people. While no member should be raised above others to define you all, no member should hidden in the shadows either.
I can't pretend to know the tone of their curiosity, but I'm sure it's there and it really balances out to, "What must it be like when they're all alone back at home?"
Lucas may be able to recognize some words and directions but, as a non-verbal five year old, the concept of "bless you" isn't one of them.
The memories that matter to our kids, not to us, are the ones that make a difference
It wasn’t until recently, however, that I found myself asking that same question again in a very different way.
For a good five hours on December 13, 2012, I was convinced I was going to die.
All eyes are on you to end it as soon as you can. It's a moment that every special needs parent has dealt with.