parenting autism

I Can’t Say “I Hate Autism”

I can’t say “I hate autism” anymore. I haven’t said it much, but I have. There are moments when I desperately want to be angry at autism—during a colossal public meltdown, the relentless screaming in the car, when things get broken at home, or worse, when my son can’t cope and it seems like somethingContinue reading “I Can’t Say “I Hate Autism””