Every year around this time, as we loom close to Halloween, I’m reminded of an incident that happened many moons ago. In actuality, it was 26 years ago when my son Bobby was six years old. For some people, I may sound a bit naïve, or even contrary to what others saw so vividly. I … More How Halloween Helped Me See My Son’s Delays
Today’s author has asked to remain anonymous because she feels as if she’ll be judged. Facebook and life confirm that she likely might be, and that just sucks. Because what’s happening in her home and in her life is NOT HER FAULT. We know other parents feel the same, and that talking about suffering abuse … More My Shattered Heart: Where is the Help When It’s Your Son Who Hits You?
You’ve heard about meltdowns before but just to make sure you fully get it, I thought I’d be a bit more descriptive. Here goes because tonight has been difficult. A typical visit to the shopping center and, for example, I cough unexpectedly. He’s pre-meltstrual. Stage 1 – Pre-meltstrual This is bit where Reilly is starting to show signs … More If You Can’t Look at a Meltdown With a Sense of Humor Sometimes, You’ll Never Make It
Ever since my son was diagnosed with Autism, we’ve been told by several support groups, therapists and service providers how special our son is and how proud we should be. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea that I’m fortunate to have a child who has almost no self or social awareness, no speech … More How a Disabling Condition Like Autism Makes My Child Special
I want to tell you something I’ve learned. If you read my blog regularly you know that I talk mostly about my experiences raising an autistic child and how they make ME feel. I feel like I rarely give advice because I spend 95% of the time in survival mode. And autism is the biggest mystery … More Having the Only Autistic Kid at the Party
My step father recently passed away. DC adored his Grandpa and the feeling was mutual. When I went to look for old photos for the service, there were two I was determined to find. The first was of DC on a bike with his Grandpa running alongside him, holding him up. The other was from my brother’s wedding when … More Why Do I Need My Special Needs Child to Understand Death?
Being a mom is hard. I walk a tightrope between being fun, supportive, nice and firm. It’s quite the cluster f*ck at times. I don’t know about other moms but for me personally, I pretty much always feel like I’m failing. I don’t do enough, I’m not firm enough, I’m too mean, I’m too lax, … More Moms, We all have #Wins and #Fails