Tagged with autism

m, the pathology of difference, and a frog

{image is a photo of a frog, beneath which is the following text: Scientists tested a frog. They cut off its legs and shouted, “Jump!” The frog didn’t jump. The scientists concluded that when frogs lose their legs, they become deaf.}   My friend, M wrote this wonderful post the other day about, ya know, … Continue reading

overloading the warehouse

overloading the warehouse

{image is a totally gratuitous picture of Katie, Chloe and Brooke, taken during Chloe’s visit last year.} * The other day, my friend, Chloe, asked for some help proofreading her slides for an upcoming autism conference. Some of you may remember Chloe (who I called Cammy at the time for the sake of anonymity) from THIS … Continue reading

well-served

well-served

{image is a photo of a tween girl sitting on the lap of an older girl, holding a tennis racquet} I read once that long before her name was a brand, Donna Karan couldn’t find a pair of slacks that she needed. She’d looked everywhere, and certainly there were plenty of pants to be found, … Continue reading

dear abby cadabby

dear abby cadabby

Dear Abby Cadabby, Hi, kiddo. You might remember that we met this past summer. This was you hugging my eleven year-old daughter, Brooke, who is autistic … {image is a photo of Brooke hugging Abby Cadabby at Sesame Place, Summer, 2013} She was sooooo excited to meet you at Sesame Place this summer, along with Elmo … Continue reading

reunion

reunion

{image is a photo of Dorothy’s ruby slippers} I left for New York on Thursday morning while the girls were still asleep and came home long after they’d once again gone to bed. On Friday, as soon as Brooke woke up, she came into my room to find me. “I’m so glad you’re back,” she … Continue reading

progress, growth, hope

The following was Diary’s Facebook status on Sunday evening: When my girl was five years old, we had a birthday party here in the house. It was, as I described it then, a disaster. She had become overwhelmed. She had begged for escape in the only way that she could. After trying desperately to cajole her … 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

five months

five months

{Image is a photo of Brooke at age four, when I never, ever would have believed the following possible. Thank God (and Brooke) I know better than to believe anything impossible now.} You might remember that back in October, I posted the following on Diary’s Facebook page: On Oct 17, 2013, at 2:42 PM, [Brooke] … Continue reading

just what these kids do

just what these kids do

{Image is a photo of a girl wearing a handmade mask. Her face is hidden.} I’m worried about our kids. I’m worried that far too many of them are being diagnosed with an autism spectrum disorder and sent upon their merry way – without help, without guidance, and, above all, without ongoing critical analysis because, … Continue reading