Tagged with autism

AutCom – Christmas in September

. {image is a photo of an extremely cool retro convertible packed with everything needed for a trip to the beach, including a dog. it’s what came up when I googled “car packed for a trip” I sort of love it. Note: Our car will look nothing like this.} I. Am. So. Excited Seriously. It’s … Continue reading

trust

trust

Last night, as my dad drove us home from the amusement park, he said, “Brooke, we’re about three minutes away from home now.” In another minute, he said, “Brooke, about two minutes left, okay?” As we got close, he said, “We’re going to go around the river, up the hill, and then around one bend. … Continue reading

the light creeping in

“Look, Mama!” I follow the little arm to the very end of an outstretched finger. I look into the distance to see what she is pointing at. “What do you see, baby girl?” I am nearly breathless. “I see the blue house.” I can barely contain myself. “I see it too, Brooke! Yes! The house … Continue reading

scripted

{image is a Tweet that I tweeted (is there really no better way to say that?) last March. Above a photo of Lt Joe Kenda talking with Carl Marino, who plays him on the Investigation Discovery show, Homicide Hunter, I’d written, “Seeing @LtJoeKenda hangin out w/ @carlmarino1 is like seeing Clark Kent chatting with Superman. … Continue reading

dear amy and dean

The back story Dear Amy and Dean, I get it. That’s what I’m writing to tell you. That I get it. Well, partly. That’s a good place to start, at least. You see, I too am the mother of an Autistic child. Just a note, I use the term Autistic very purposefully out of respect for her … Continue reading

her voice

her voice

{image is a photo of Brooke and Rhema, hugging} Saturday … We’re late to the Russell’s, as usual. Brooke’s blood sugar had taken a nose dive and we had to make an emergency detour to find her food on the way. When we finally arrive, there’s a flurry of activity. “I missed you”s and hugs and “Gosh, … Continue reading

neurology as identity, not accessory

neurology as identity, not accessory

{image is a photo of a man reaching for his suitcase. Text reads, “If I’m on a flight and the airline loses my luggage, I don’t arrive without my autism. – Ari Ne’eman”} – As most of you know, I have chosen, unless and until Brooke directs me otherwise, to follow the Autistic community’s lead … Continue reading

dashers go bridal

dashers go bridal

Back in January, I posted the story of Brooke’s dashers. It went something like this … A while ago, I posted a photo on Diary’s Facebook page of Brooke shredding ribbons in the car. Like this: {image is a photo of Brooke, shredding a rainbow striped grosgrain ribbon} And you asked what we do with the … Continue reading

a love letter

a love letter

{image is a graphic reading, “Hey, you. You’re awesome. Yes, you.”} Yesterday, I posted a plea on Facebook. A friend of a friend’s son (we’re all family around here, so that’s close enough), needed help. Apparently, members of her family have been giving her Autistic son a really hard time. They ask him questions like, … Continue reading

wherever you are

wherever you are

Yesterday, I wrote a post detailing a conversation that I’d had with an autistic man regarding the Autism Acceptance magnet on the back of my car. If you haven’t yet read it, I’d be grateful if you’d take a moment to do so before continuing so that what follows will be in context. Read the … Continue reading