Tagged with autism

judgment

judgment

{image is a fist raised in protest, solidarity} Years ago, a colleague of mine told me that I was the least judgmental person she’d ever met. I laughed. Hard. I told her that she really needed to get out more. She said, “No, really. You are.” I secretly took pride in her words. I have … Continue reading

autism, puberty and respect – part two

autism, puberty and respect – part two

Image is a photo of a tree. ‘Cause nature.  Many of you have asked me to write about how we are handling puberty with Brooke. Autism, Puberty and Respect (Part One) was about why I won’t. Some time ago, Brooke’s older sister, Katie and I came to an agreement about what I would write about her … Continue reading

being heard

  {image is a photo of Lydia and Brooke. Lydia has one hand on Brooke’s shoulder. Her other hand is holding a fork above a plate of food, which Brooke is apparently eyeing. Coincidentally (or not?), Lydia’s t-shirt reads, “Got a Story?”} I am a proud autistic of color working with the Autism Women’s Network to … Continue reading

what neurodiversity isn’t

  {image is a photo of Brooke from last week, midair in a jump above the beach. Behind her, the surf is powerfully white, the sky is impossibly blue, and every fiber of her being is calling back her joy to the universe. I love this girl with everything I am and, thanks to her, … Continue reading

team brooke – the middle school version

team brooke – the middle school version

{image is a photo of Brooke and a dog that she met on Nantucket last week} Middle school starts tomorrow. I’m trying to pretend I’m not freaking out. I’m totally freaking out. In order to keep up some pretense of the former, I sent Brooke’s new team the following, as I do every year. It … Continue reading

part two

  {image is a photo of Brooke and our dog, Winston in 2010. I chose it because it came from this post.} Part two. Because there’s a part two. Earlier today, I wrote about the fact that until Brooke was able to put language to her anxiety, I didn’t really understand it. Until she said … Continue reading

zero to sixty

zero to sixty

So you know when your dog randomly starts puking* in the middle of your den and your husband thinks it would be a good idea to pick him up and get him outside, which turns out to be effective only in ensuring that dog puke gets absolutely everywhere, including on the table (and your phone … Continue reading

#istandwithconner

#istandwithconner

{Image is a photo of Katie, Conner, and Brooke together at Disney World in May. Conner is wearing his Mickey Ears.} By now, most of you know my friend, Conner. Conner is the kind of friend that we all pray to have someday. And the kind of person that we all hope to be. He is … Continue reading

her S

her S

{Image is a photo of Brooke in our friend’s pool on Monday afternoon, just moments before the following conversation took place.}  “When I was a baby, did you make me austistic?” “No, sweetheart, God did that.” “Why did God make me austistic?” “I don’t know, love. He just did. I guess He knew that autism … Continue reading

Godspell – still

Godspell – still

Last night on Diary’s Facebook page:   I have so many things to say about this, but for now, this will have to do .. {image is a photo of Brooke studying her program for Godspell, which, thanks to a heads up from a reader for which I am ridiculously grateful, we are about to … Continue reading