My Son, The doctors tell me that you have Autism. That, though you’re not quite old enough for them to make an “official diagnosis”, all of the signs are there. Soon, the world will label you. Many will see you through the lens of disability. Life will change. Before it does, I wanted to write to you. To tell… Continue reading To My Son, Before They Label You
“I don’t know how to tell you this…” She didn’t. Not kindly or tactfully anyway. I should’ve stopped reading her message. I knew where it was headed. I could feel my face getting hotter and my pulse racing faster as I contemplated stopping there. I wanted to delete the whole thing, no looking back. I… Continue reading Judged
I feel like a fraud. I’ll gladly tell you why because, first of all, this feeling is icky and I want it gone. (Honesty always makes me feel better.) Second, because I’m willing to bet that I’m not the only one… Two of my four kiddos now have Autism. Two of them had Autism a month ago as well,… Continue reading To Everyone Who Calls Me Strong
