Tagged with autistic

digging in

digging in

Yesterday morning, Luau wrote the following. Now, before you go sharpening your keyboards to lambaste him for writing it and me for sharing it, please remember that this is just the beginning of the story. (Note: I’ve edited it very slightly to make it Diary friendly.)   – {image is a photo of Brooke sitting on … Continue reading

who rescued whom

who rescued whom

{Image is the button panel inside an elevator. A child’s hand can be seen pushing a button.} I talk a lot here about how incredibly blessed our family has been to have a formidable team of professionals supporting Brooke. Some are teachers, others are therapists, others still are school staff members who take the time … Continue reading

for the love of the dance

for the love of the dance

  Katie and I are chatting as we walk. Well, Katie’s chatting. I’m listening. And trying to keep up. Good Lord, this child can talk a blue streak. Yes, I know, she comes by it honestly. Thank you. She’s talking about a boy in her class who she assumes (and we know) is on the … Continue reading

hot potato

{image is a photo of Brooke, standing on her tiptoes, trying to look over our back fence} Last weekend, a comment showed up on Diary’s “About” page: I have been hoping that one day someone with some following would write about the things that tend to divide the autism community. Honestly I think you’re the one. … Continue reading

awesome with a side of extra awesome

{image is a photo of Conner heading off to New York last year. He’s showing off his snazzy suitcase, on which his cousin Kevin painted a brightly colored autism ribbon as a surprise. Looking at Conner’s face, it’s pretty clear that it was a very good surprise.} – Yesterday, I got a message from my … 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

ten minutes in

Editor’s note: My daughter didn’t write this. I did. It’s a guess. A guess as to what it feels like to be inside her head. A guess based on years upon years of watching her, listening to her and collecting and piecing together every clue she has offered, in whatever way she offered them. You … Continue reading

in the open

It’s a metaphor * I need to come back to this. I don’t want to, but I feel like I have to. For two reasons. One is that I fear I may have left you with the wrong message – that I don’t think that we should be discussing issues surrounding autism and sexuality publicly, which is not the case. … Continue reading