My ten-year-old, already in tears and frustrated beyond belief, took the paper and tore it up. “I don’t want to do this,” he said through gritted teeth. Although my blood pressure was starting to spike, I said as calmly as I could, “That’s fine. If this seems too difficult today, you don’t have to do…
When I was in seventh grade, I made a salt dough map of Italy. My uncle helped me. I remember carefully forming the mountains, painting the sea, and painstakingly placing all of Italy’s major cities in their correct locations. I had never done anything like it before. And I never did anything like it again,…
This post contains affiliate links. Thank you for supporting my family! My dyslexic son feels like his mom is always treating him like a baby. And the truth is, there are times where I necessarily have to. His struggle to read effects his interactions in the world every single day. And I am the one…
My son is now officially a teenager. 13 came so fast. I still feel a strange mix of disbelief mixed with awe when I write it. My baby is 13. And, because he is becoming a man before my very eyes, I am thinking so much more about the future. How will he live alone?…
8 month waiting list. 3 hour appointment. Expert Medical advice: no electronics before bed, give him massages, find a sport he likes. I’m in a bad mood. Please allow me to introduce you to the author of these words. Bacon and Juiceboxes: Our Life With Autism is a Facebook page chronicling one family’s experience of…
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