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Thank you Sargento for sponsoring this post, all opinions expressed are my own. It’s no secret that I’m not the best cook. I like recipes that are easy to execute, are…
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“What good are wings without the courage to fly?” There are moments in our lives that shape us. Moments that push us to better ourselves — to step out of our…
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Wandering and autism If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I went through a difficult moment this weekend. Charlie ran away when we were downtown. He was doing fine,…
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Autism success stories in the media The media like to portray heart-warming autism success stories, but the reality for many autistics and their loved-ones is often quite different. While it makes…
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This post blew up. People having different views than mine about autism is not the issue. Bullying by people in the neurodiversity movement is however a serious issue and needs to…
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This is an excerpt from my book, All Across the Spectrum, that you can pre-order here. Autism and functioning labels As I kept sharing about autism on my blog, the #ActuallyAutistic doubled…
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Thank you the Cromwell for sponsoring this awesome trip Las Vegas: Our first kid-free getaway We spent the weekend in Las Vegas and it was amazing. Willy and I had actually…
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Get Eileen Lamb ‘s book, All Across the Spectrum here Autism Awareness Things aren’t great with Charlie at the moment. His screaming has increased in frequency and intensity. I feel for Charlie…
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Get Eileen Lamb ‘s book, All Across the Spectrum here Before I became a mom You know when I was the best mom I’ve ever been? Before I actually had kids.…
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Pre-Order Eileen Lamb ‘s book, All Across the Spectrum here Symptoms of autism: How did you know Charlie was autistic? I often get messages asking me questions… How did you know he…
![[ad] Have I reached Pinterest-Mom status with these delicious turkey and cheese pinwheels, or what?? Okay, that, I don’t know, but I do know that the boys are crazy about these yummy pinwheels! They’re super-easy to make and perfect for packing in lunchboxes. I made them with @sargentocheese that’s real, natural cheese. Apparently it tastes so good that after you make the pinwheels, Jude will eat the rest of the pack if you leave it out. 😂
I’m a resourceful mom, though, so I’ve learned to use @sargentocheese as bait in fun recipes with other foods I want him to eat... hint-hint... protein and veggies 😜 These cute little turkey and cheese pinwheels have become an instant favorite at our house, and that makes my mama-heart happy.
Head to the blog for directions and more! #realcheesepeople](http://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/d54ece78473dae3d91979140395f308f/5E1C0698/t51.2885-15/e35/c0.180.1440.1440/s320x320/69848285_511554739633399_6424792240559414510_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=107 "[ad] Have I reached Pinterest-Mom status with these delicious turkey and cheese pinwheels, or what?? Okay, that, I don’t know, but I do know that the boys are crazy about these yummy pinwheels! They’re super-easy to make and perfect for packing in lunchboxes. I made them with @sargentocheese that’s real, natural cheese. Apparently it tastes so good that after you make the pinwheels, Jude will eat the rest of the pack if you leave it out. 😂
I’m a resourceful mom, though, so I’ve learned to use @sargentocheese as bait in fun recipes with other foods I want him to eat... hint-hint... protein and veggies 😜 These cute little turkey and cheese pinwheels have become an instant favorite at our house, and that makes my mama-heart happy.
Head to the blog for directions and more! #realcheesepeople")
![[excerpt from my book, All Across The Spectrum, about autism and regressions]
With autism, I always feel like I’m playing a balancing act, trying to find a happy medium with everything. The balance between espousing autism acceptance and also making sure that people realize that autism is a disability. There are beautiful moments of sincere hope and more sobering moments reminding you to be realistic with your expectations. I remember some initial feelings of pure happiness and hope after Charlie spoke for the first time. I wanted to believe we had turned a corner. This was finally it, Charlie was going to start communicating and the past five years would just become a distant memory of an old lifetime. A struggle that was no longer mine. I imagined myself looking back on tougher times with a smile, knowing they had been put to bed. I could almost see it. Almost feel it.
But I also remember the nagging doubt, the feeling that this was too good to be true and that his breakthrough could just be another blip on the radar, not to resurface for a long time to come. That’s what autism does. It gives you what you want for a few days, weeks, maybe months, and then it takes it away. Cruel. Heartless. It gives just so it can take.
I try not to hang my happiness on those moments of progress anymore. I feel it, try to let it warm every fiber of my body for a day; two if I’m lucky, and then let go. I let it go. Experience has taught me that progress with Charlie has an expiration date, like a hot summer camp romance. It’s the best thing in the entire world in that moment and you relish every fleeting second because you know it will come to an end and you’ll be left heartbroken.
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Swipe for bts/I vacuumed the field afterwards. I’m a good girl 💁🏻♀️](http://scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/15e0a8174eb07f23083a0c2ed78bd136/5E08616D/t51.2885-15/e35/c0.9.1440.1440a/s320x320/69896430_375159733138085_1108492367200420611_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frx5-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=105 "[excerpt from my book, All Across The Spectrum, about autism and regressions]
With autism, I always feel like I’m playing a balancing act, trying to find a happy medium with everything. The balance between espousing autism acceptance and also making sure that people realize that autism is a disability. There are beautiful moments of sincere hope and more sobering moments reminding you to be realistic with your expectations. I remember some initial feelings of pure happiness and hope after Charlie spoke for the first time. I wanted to believe we had turned a corner. This was finally it, Charlie was going to start communicating and the past five years would just become a distant memory of an old lifetime. A struggle that was no longer mine. I imagined myself looking back on tougher times with a smile, knowing they had been put to bed. I could almost see it. Almost feel it.
But I also remember the nagging doubt, the feeling that this was too good to be true and that his breakthrough could just be another blip on the radar, not to resurface for a long time to come. That’s what autism does. It gives you what you want for a few days, weeks, maybe months, and then it takes it away. Cruel. Heartless. It gives just so it can take.
I try not to hang my happiness on those moments of progress anymore. I feel it, try to let it warm every fiber of my body for a day; two if I’m lucky, and then let go. I let it go. Experience has taught me that progress with Charlie has an expiration date, like a hot summer camp romance. It’s the best thing in the entire world in that moment and you relish every fleeting second because you know it will come to an end and you’ll be left heartbroken.
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Swipe for bts/I vacuumed the field afterwards. I’m a good girl 💁🏻♀️")
