I’m a mother on the autism spectrum raising two children with autism, one with Level 1 Autism and one with Level 3 Autism. I’ve been enjoying giving talks all over the…
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This World Autism Month, brace yourself for a deluge of people flooding your social media feeds, telling you what to do and what not to do. I’ve grown tired of the…
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How to access respite care in Texas? Today, in just 25 minutes, Charlie displayed everything I’ve been trying to convey to the necessary authorities regarding his extreme and dangerous behaviors—aggression, spitting,…
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An article was recently published about ABA Therapy in The New Yorker, and though it attempted to be balanced, there were many issues with it. Who am I to speak on…
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Autism has taught me to expect the unexpected from strangers in public. This week, I received a wonderful surprise! I took Charlie to the doctor to make sure his nose wasn’t…
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“Cut her hair. It’s always in her eyes. Drives me crazy” Instagram User I’ve been getting variations of this message at least once a day. I’ve started ignoring them. If it’s…
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When I was pregnant with my firstborn, Charlie, I daydreamed about motherhood. I pictured Charlie as a child sitting beside me outside at sunset, debating which Pokémon is a better starter…
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Pica: When your son with profound autism eats non-edible items… Not the happiest start to the year, but I’ve made the difficult decision to give away Charlie’s custom ball pit. I…
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We need more autism and PICA awareness Let’s talk about autism and pica. I’ve been trying to share the positive side of Charlie’s journey because I know it resonates with many.…
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To the parents awaiting services or evaluations for their autistic kiddo…I’m thinking of you. To the mom, overwhelmed that health insurance went up again…you’re not alone. To the autistic person, drained…
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Before autism… This photo was taken before the word “autism” entered our lives. I miss that blissful innocence sometimes—not knowing that Charlie was going to struggle with the most basic things…
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Today, I just want permission to feel sad. Let’s normalize being sad. I understand people’s need to fix things, offer advice, and encourage a positive perspective, but gosh, it feels dismissive.…