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You and Me, Kid

To my Johnny, I can see it now; The chaos, the fear, the love, the moment you entered the world. It was 10:31pm and the room was full. Nurses and staff running about, Dad, Grammy and your Aunt Shauna cheering with joy, machines beeping and a baby crying. In a strangely unceremonious way you wereContinue reading “You and Me, Kid”

My Belly

I use the word “obsessed” a lot, especially when it comes to my five year old autistic son, Johnny. He gets really into certain toys, songs, and shows. It annoys my husband that I use the word so much. “He’s not obsessed, he just likes it”, and to his credit the interest comes and goesContinue reading “My Belly”

Why I Cry

To my little boy, You probably know by now, but your mom is a crier. I cry a lot. I cry when embarrassed, when frustrated, when sad, even when I’m happy. I have cried for you many times. I remember crying on the car ride home when you cried in the corner the whole timeContinue reading “Why I Cry”

Support, Love, Friendship

Being a parent to an autistic child can be lonely and isolating. When I’m somewhere with Johnny, all my attention is on him. Off in a corner just him and I. Even when I’m in social situations on my own, it’s lonely because most people cannot relate. Or maybe it’s because I can’t relate. MyContinue reading “Support, Love, Friendship”