Tag: autism

Overnight Post- Happy Mother’s Day

For anyone who may think Mother's Day is just another "Hallmark Holiday"; who grumbles about having to spend their precious Sunday with Mom; who mindlessly sputters, "Every day is Mother's Day"; let me describe what's happening in Jess's house at midnight on May 10. I am laying on one of two twin beds pushed together … Continue reading Overnight Post- Happy Mother’s Day

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The Daughter I Never Had

Being the only female in the house, I am The Minority. I'm the sole representative of All Things Female. Since I'm one of four people, I guess that makes me the twenty-five percenter. I AM THE 25%! Being female is not the only category for which I am The Minority. "The 75%" have been pushing … Continue reading The Daughter I Never Had

Belated Thoughts on World Autism Awareness Day

Yesterday, April 2, was World Autism Awareness Day, a day where we "recommit to helping individuals on the autism spectrum reach their full potential," according to President Obama in yesterday's Presidential Proclamation. I wasn't sure what, if anything I wanted to say about World Autism Awareness Day as a parent of a special needs child. … Continue reading Belated Thoughts on World Autism Awareness Day

M. the Ripper

As I've mentioned previously, my son M. has autism. I'm in Holland instead of Italy, and life is definitely interesting here. One of M.'s challenges with living in our world concerns his sensory processing. Here's my parental, non-medically trained, limited knowledge on the subject:  With typical people, when we invoke our senses by seeing, hearing, … Continue reading M. the Ripper

Welcome to Holland

Last week I mentioned that I was granted permission to post one of my favorite essays.  It touches upon what it feels like to parent a special needs child. It was originally given to me by my son, M.'s, teacher years ago on the first day of school, and it has stayed with me ever … Continue reading Welcome to Holland

“Poison Experts”

Tonight I had the pleasure of using one of the many phone numbers posted on a magnet on my fridge.  Pizza delivery?  Nope.  Real Estate agent?  Nope. Poison Control. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time I've sought out that magnet. My little guy, M. finished his bath and ran downstairs while I was helping my … Continue reading “Poison Experts”