autism respect month

autism respect month

April is coming. We all know what that means. A whole lot of talk about autism. Some of it constructive. A lot of it really damn DEstructive. My dear friend, M, who is autistic, recently wrote: One of the most common complaints I hear from parents with children on the spectrum is that, when they … Continue reading

a conversation about disability, equality, and the bachelor finale – this is my life, people

a conversation about disability, equality, and the bachelor finale – this is my life, people

{image is a photo of Chris Soules, better known to Bachelor watchers as The Farmer. Don’t judge.} Ableism (/ˈeɪbəlɪzəm/) is a form of discrimination or social prejudice against people with disabilities. It may also be referred to as disability discrimination, ablecentrism, physicalism, handicapism, and disability oppression. – Wikipedia – On Tuesday, I took the day … Continue reading

scared

scared

{image is a photo of Brooke hanging out at Boston Children’s Blood Donor Center, waiting for me to be called in to donate platelets.} “Thank you again for coming with me to the hospital today, kiddo,” I say into the darkness of her room before bedtime. “It meant a lot to me.” “I’m glad I … Continue reading

a powerful weapon

a powerful weapon

Diary’s Facebook page, Saturday night … {image is a screenshot of a comment from a reader who was [at the Dancing with the Celebrities event] tonight reading, “The best part was watching Katie’s face while watching her mom. She was impressed, hard thing to do with a teen. } I will cherish this – for so … Continue reading

untitled

From Diary’s Facebook page last night … {image is a photo of Katie and me on Jetties Beach, Nantucket, 2008.} When I started writing Diary, Katie was 7. Tonight, I’m taking her to her high school orientation. Don’t blink, my friends. Don’t blink. #NotADoctorWhoReference – The evening has been a blur of information. The kids … Continue reading

loved

  {image is a photo of me kissing Brooke’s tiny forehead in the hospital before taking her home. She is four days old.} – It was time for bed. Well, if I’m being honest, it was long past time for bed, but neither of us was really ready for me to go. I remained where … Continue reading