Tagged with echolalia

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

rosita runs away

rosita runs away

Brooke is putting on a play with her friends this Sunday. A play that she wrote. Brooke, the child who entered school with no imaginary play. The child who we were told could not – might not ever – understand the concept of symbolic play. The one for whom language was and remains a struggle, but for … Continue reading

extinction burst

extinction burst

{Image is a photo that I inadvertently took with my phone. The world looks very different when viewed through an alternate lens.} Ed note: Last night, I shared a quote on Diary’s Facebook page about the importance of “indulging” Brooke’s scripts. Tomorrow, I will have the honor of sharing an autistic perspective on ABA therapy … Continue reading

she gets it

she gets it

{Image is a photo of Winnie the Pooh swilling Vodka from the bottle} The following is part of a much bigger thought, but the context is currently too overwhelming for me to wrangle into words so I’m just going to start here, in the middle, and we’ll come up with a beginning later. Cool? Cool. … Continue reading

color commentary

{image is a slightly blurry photo of Brooke from the other night. She has just wrapped up a Godspell script while roller blading in my room, as you do.} Okay, so this is one of those moments when I am dying to write because Oh my God, I soooooo have something I want to tell … Continue reading

like it? i love it!

like it? i love it!

Friends, What you are about to read is entirely unedited. I honestly have no idea if it’s even English. My girl had a rough night last night and, given what happened here in Boston yesterday, there wasn’t a chance that I was going to kick her out of my bed. She’s still here next to … Continue reading

a playground of words

a playground of words

Yesterday, I sent the following letter to everyone on Brooke’s support team. Team Brooke, Hi, all. I hope everyone is doing well. I read something this morning that stopped me in my tracks and I hope you don’t mind, but I feel compelled to share it. It’s a post about echolalia written by an autistic … Continue reading

daddy love – it’s in the script

Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. – Unknown Last night, we took Luau out for his birthday. Since I’d been chronicling the day in pictures from the start, I had my phone close at hand. I figured I’d get a snap of the ludicrous 22-ounce steak … Continue reading

or water

Katie (5) and Brooke (3), 2007 * It is 2007. Luau and I are sitting at the kitchen table, interviewing a home service provider. Or perhaps she’s interviewing us. I don’t know which end is up. I just know that we need help. Brooke is three years old. She lives in a state of frustration. All we … Continue reading