I walked out into the crisp Pacific Northwest air with the same heaviness, shock and also numbness, in my heart I’ve felt twice before. The first time was 10 years ago. The second was three years ago. It never gets easier. Each time, I was prepared to hear the words the doctors would say, but… Continue reading So much autism.
….and then suddenly we’re there in the kitchen. For some reason, Abby is standing on the island and we are, slowly, syllable by syllable, saying words. She does, in turn, repeat back. Mon Mon Key Key MONKEY! MONKEY! MONKEY! And we all clap and she jumps up and down without any of us giving a… Continue reading The dream that turns to a nightmare in the morning
I bought a new laptop because mine ate the dust and in order to sleep at night I knew that I had to really start writing again. So here I am with another new domain and another new attempt at a blog that I may or may not keep up. But I’m back. Mostly. How… Continue reading Oh, hai, I’m back, mostly
We’re moving into our new (to us. It’s 24 years old with all original everything…I’ll post pictures soon!) house today and as I’m unpacking the kitchen Peyton stomps in in a huff. Right after him Dave (our friend who OFFERED to help us move, so, I guess probably the best dude in the world?) and… Continue reading Peyton didn’t want to move…
I wanted to say publicly the things I’ve said to so many parents I’ve encountered along the way: It’s okay. It’s okay to be upset when your child is diagnosed with autism. It’s okay for it to take a while for you to adjust your entire world to a new normal. It’s okay to be… Continue reading Autism Parents: It’s Okay.
There’s a sting I feel when that word is said. A jump in the blood in my veins. Because, for me, that word carries a weight. It reminds me of my children. It shows that even still, this world is not considerate of them, and what’s more, can be downright cruel. Retarded. The word used… Continue reading Retarded.