It’s not you. It’s me.
emember Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, how he melted down if his daily Jeopardy viewing was threatened? That’s extreme Exhibit A of how autistic people rely on routine. But as we mark Snow Day No. 7 today (really a Cold, Blowing and Drifting Day, as there’s no new snow) IRead More
Emerging from the bunker
ye, Carter,” my son said to a classmate on the playground after school a few weeks ago. “Bye, Owen,” the classmate replied. “See you tomorrow,” Owen said. Tears didn’t trickle down my cheeks, but my eyes were definitely damp. That two-round, Owen-initiated verbal interaction with a peer has been threeRead More
ow do you thank someone for seven years of peace of mind? How do you thank someone for seven years of mental health preservation? How do you thank someone for seven years of silently shadowing you as a parent, changing diapers alongside, persevering through toilet training, through the Terrible TwosRead More