A few weeks ago we were sitting in the office of a psychologist, where H was getting evaluated to see where exactly he was developmentally. The doctor was asking him to complete a variety of tasks, none of which he apparently wanted to do. Instead, he sat and looked at his hands that he was…
Category: Autistic Musings
My Wannabe Criminal
April is Autism Acceptance Month and I hope to share many of my colorful autism stories.
Toilet Paper Tales
Stock the toilet paper. That’s all I ask.
Where There’s a Will
What will my kids do when I’m gone?
Day 23: 45 Minutes of Connection
I was trying really hard to get some homework done today. But then something happened. Henry came up to me and wanted to sit by me. He sat on my lap as we looked at random pictures on the computer. When he connects like this, there is nothing else in the world that matters. Maybe…
Day 20: Through The Eyes of My Child
One of the things that fascinates me the most about my ASD kiddo is his fascination with technology. He doesn’t talk a lot, and it can be very frustrating to not know what he is saying. But when he gets behind a camera, we start to have a glimpse of the world. He stages his…
Day 11: Ignorance Knows No Boundaries
A few years ago I was browsing in a bookstore and found a book called “Ten Things Your Child With Autism Wishes You Knew.” I was tempted to buy at least a dozen copies of the book and wrap it up and give it to a bunch of family member as Christmas gifts. I didn’t….
What’s the Point?
Today I stumbled across on interview that NBC’s Brian Williams recently did with Jerry Seinfeld, where Seinfeld reveals that “on a very drawn out scale,” he thinks he is on the autism spectrum. Because I have personal experience being a mother to children on the spectrum, I always find articles like this interesting. Last year…
We Stand Out, Yes We Do
Last night I signed my two older sons to work the fundraiser for our Special Olympic group. We’ve been participating for 3 years now and I figured it’s time we give back. For some reason I thought that Henry would be able to handle sitting in one spot for 2 hours while my other boys…
And They Think I Actually Know Something.
Yesterday I got the dreaded phone call from the social worker at Henry’s school. Although I like most of the professionals that work with my children on a daily basis, I don’t like seeing the number come up on caller ID, mostly because they rarely ever call with good news. I expected that this would…