One of the startling life changes for parents of children with Autism is the revolving door of professionals coming in and out of your living room.
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?
Every family has their own language. It's made up of words or phrases that no one else would understand. Every person contributes. Every person speaks it.
The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
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.
All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.