What? Me worry?
Overstimulation is always a concern in children with autism spectrum disorder but on this day at a cramped McDonald’s playland with 20 other kids, my ASD son was wonderful.
Overstimulation is always a concern in children with autism spectrum disorder but on this day at a cramped McDonald’s playland with 20 other kids, my ASD son was wonderful.
Last weekend, the wife and I spent a few days in Arizona. It was the first time, ever, leaving the now 5-year old twins and fortunately my sister, my nephew, Mr. Dave, and the grandparents all stepped up to watch them over the course of three days. And yes. It really does take five people to babysit the Terror Twins.
Last Spring, the wife and I were a bit worried about the prospect of our autistic son moving on to mainstream kindergarten from his special-ed pre-K class. What concerned us was the transition.
As I sit and think about it, in the three years since my son was diagnosed with autism I can’t recall a single time when I asked “why me?”. Never did I consider myself the victim. If anything, I often questioned if I was somehow to blame, if even partially.
I just spent an hour hammering out a 600+ word response to the letter below. It truly pisses me off and as a father of a child with autism, I think I have every right to feel the way I do.
A few weeks ago, I metioned that my wife convinced me to, at the very least, explore the option of writing a book about my son Matt and what it’s been like raising a child with Autism. Our story, or better yet his story, needs to be told. I have to say, though, it’s not…
The other day my wife told me that I’m a really good writer. Apparently she wasn’t joking nor was she buttering me up to cut the grass. It was a genuine compliment (to which I’m humbled) that also served as another attempt to motivate me to write a book on what it’s like to raise…