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Category Archives: Autism
By early December 2017, I had decided to let Raymond, the man I thought I’d waited for all these years, go. But letting go is never easy. Yes, I was miserable. Yes, I hadn’t seen him in over four months, … Continue reading
After I sent Raymond my bold email, I didn’t hear back for two days. I worried that maybe I’d been too forward. But then I received a message: Ha! Okay. What are doing later this week? We were both free … Continue reading
In a panic, I called everyone I knew in the area. No one was home. I called Nate back and he insisted that I call my parents. “My parents? No way.” “You have to. I need help.” They can’t really … Continue reading
After the incident in the shower, Jennifer, my respite sitter, struggled to keep things under control. But my daughter was in a rage fueled by anger, puberty, sensory dysregulation, or a combination of all three. Katie kicked the mirrored closet … Continue reading
This month, like many of us, I’ve been reflecting on gratitude. I have so many incredible things for which to be grateful: My ever-amazing daughter, Katie, who is my greatest teacher. Her fabulous school, which continues to rock our world. … Continue reading
My daughter Katie was quiet and subdued for the next two days. She slept on and off, which was odd given she wasn’t sick. If I needed further reason to fire the taxi company, they were a no show Tuesday … Continue reading
As promised, Officer S waited with the parked cab until Melissa arrived. My daughter was still locked in the back of the taxi. Katie was lying face down on the back seat, head pressed against the door. Officer S said … Continue reading