Today, after almost one year of sharing my true heart and personal story with all of you here on Facebook and on my blog, I got my first hate-mongering comment. To be honest, I’m surprised […]
Tag: support
Meet Edwin: The Perfect Gift for a Child with Autism
It’s not too late to get the special needs child you love something amazing this year.
Autism Father and Filmmaker: An Interview with John Asher
My interview questions now tossed aside, I confessed the challenges I’ve been facing as a newbie special needs mom.
‘A Boy Called Po:’ An Honest Look at Autism
Watching films that portray our personal situations and histories can be difficult, but when they’re real and raw and honest and just get what we have been through, it’s worth it.
Words Fall Short
There are no words.
He has no words.
I have no words to describe his hugs.
How My Son’s Autism Diagnosis Saved My Marriage
Like looking through a pair of binoculars as they come into focus, we saw our pixelated lives become clearer and brighter before our eyes. We had stumbled and fell face first into the one thing we weren’t looking for, clarity.
Special Needs Parenting: The Struggle is Real
Questioning, seeking, confronting, hearing, and accepting a diagnosis has not exactly been a picnic in the park for us, so can you please not make this part harder on us than it has to be? The last thing we need right now is to convince you of something we, too, are struggling to accept. We are working full-time to support our children through this, so please don’t make us work for your support too.
Invisible Disability: Close Your Eyes And See My Son
So if we cannot possibly learn how to identify each individual’s invisible disability through self-education, then what can we possibly do? Well, I have good news for you. The answer is free, and you don’t even have to google it. It already lies within you. Instead of looking for the disability in others, look for the humanity within yourself. It will not fail you.
To The Special Needs Parent Who Says We Aren’t Special…
f you are truly concerned that a special needs parent will not feel “special” enough for the lifelong task they’ve recently inherited, then perhaps, instead of insisting that none of us are special, tell them that they sure as hell will be.
Goodbye to the Carousel
I looked around and I saw babies and toddlers and teenagers with magic in their eyes as my boy clung to me for dear life. I looked into to the sympathetic gaze of my lifelong best friend and my eyes welled up with a thousand tears I had never cried.
Dear Autism,
Pervasive. Permanent. Petrifying.
