I’m very big one sharing our stories.  I think that by doing so,  we allow others to have a better understanding of what Autism means to us,  both collectively and on an individual level.

I love getting input from other parents touched by Autism as well as the adults with Autism.

One of the things that I have been wondering,  but have never gotten around to asking is this:
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The debate ranges on about high functioning and other points along the spectrum, but some issues remain the same, regardless of which point you pick.  We know who we are even without everyone telling us, but we carry on.   We hover ever ready.   One day, perhaps, we can ditch the prompts, in the future, but for now we know our job is to intervene, preempt, reinforce those neural pathways and forge a firmer footing until they become second nature.

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My son was born with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes with eyes lashes that women spend hundreds of dollars trying to duplicate. He was the perfect baby. He was gorgeous and rarely cried.

However, as he grew older, I began to realize that something wasn’t quite right. He didn’t reach developmental milestones when he should and by two he wasn’t talking. I started taking him to specialists but it wasn’t until Michael was 6 that he was diagnosed with Autism.
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I’m sitting there doing something when I began to feel that I heard the toilet flush about five times in a row. Then I hear my younger son Ned call, “Alex has flooded the toilet!”

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