Matt watching a baseball game

Joking about autism

Listening to a podcast the other day – Autastic: A Comedian’s Guide to Autism – and while I love what these guys are doing in terms of telling their stories and making people laugh, I’m just not sure I’m ready for jokes and humor at the expense of my son and other kid’s with autism.

He said a bad word

Perhaps this isn’t the best way to wrap-up Autism Awareness Month but I feel I need to pass this along. In the spirit of full disclosure, however, not all the details have been corroborated and, in fact, some are a little fuzzy. Yet where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire and I’d like to think, at…

Autism Awareness

April is National Autism Awareness Month. For those of you that follow this blog, you’re probably cognizant of the fact that I’m already aware of autism. After my son was diagnosed at age two — and for the past five years — my wife and I have been on a parental journey that neither of…

I had a bad dream

Since almost day one of my son being diagnosed with autism, I never wavered from the notion that all was not lost. I truly believed that somewhere inside of Matt, the light was still burning and his ability to learn, assimilate, communicate and function was not just a hope but rather a given. And while…

A simple letter to Santa

Last night my 7-year old autistic son surprised me by asking if he could use my computer to write a letter to Santa. Of course I said yes, but thought it was a puzzling request because prior to last night, it seemed to me that it was Matt’s belief — despite the power and near…

Special Spartans Super Heroes

Facing Challenges

There is simply too much good in this story not to share it. At the same time, I think we all could use a reminder that despite the struggles or problems we face in our lives – facing them head-on, with a good attitude and a solid team is the only option. Case in point:…

An Autistic Girl at McDonalds

I was just at McDonalds for lunch and there was a large group in the dining area – a couple of adults and about seven kids. Yet even before glancing over at them or giving them any sort of attention or acknowledgement, I knew that at least one of them was special needs and more than likely autistic.

It was the stimming.