“What kind of shoes was he wearing?” I stared at her incredulous. My heart was beating frantically in my throat. It’s early afternoon in the fall of 2009* where only moments ago I had been jarred awake by our dog who was frantically barking. The front door of my home is ajar with no munchkin […]Read More What’s Luck Got To Do With It?
“I do 100 sit-ups every night, and I hate every single one of them!” -Temple Grandin PhD 😂 ***(Please consult your doctor before performing any of the diet or exercises in this post). *** Recently, following the advice of Dr. Grandin to “try different things” we started by adding one unprocessed fruit and one unprocessed […]Read More “100 Sit-Ups!”
“Mom, can we go to the movies today?” my son asks me as we are heading home. “Can we go on Monday?” I ask in response. “Yes!” the munchkin tells me excited he gets to go to the movies. Two years ago the answer would’ve been no and not just because he was easily overstimulated […]Read More Making Paper
It starts with one. Just one thing. When the munchkin was young I spent an ample amount of time reading books on autism. At the time the information seemed vague and not applicable to our situation (the munchkin did not have Asperger’s nor was he “high functioning”). There were times I felt like I was […]Read More Ichiban!!!
“Achoo!” I sneeze as phlegm hurls across the front of my pajama top. Great, the more mucus I can get rid of the better I will feel I think to myself. I’ve been sick for most of the week and my only solace has been sleep and Netflix (not in that order). This is when […]Read More In Sickness and In Health
“Whoops! Sorry about that!” “Whoops! Excuse us!” I exclaim to random people throughout the city of New York. The munchkin and I accidentally bumped into so many strangers as there are literally herds of people in constant motion here. The first day we landed, we rode the subway to the World Trade Center Memorial. It […]Read More “Whoops!”
“Hug me! It’s spring break!” The munchkin says loudly to me while standing at the side of my bed and holding his arms out in anticipation. I roll over and grab my phone to check the time. 0243 am. *OMG why are my eyes open?* “Yes, it’s spring break” I reply. *reciprocates hug* “What do […]Read More What More?
Other people noticed my son was different long before I did. I would become very defensive when people would question his repetitive behaviors. I was also in extreme denial about his lack of progress in certain areas of development. Once the munchkin was finally diagnosed with autism, I was ashamed of his disability. Let’s face […]Read More Say Whaaaat?! 😯
Autism I don’t ever actually recall hearing this term until my son was diagnosed with it. In fact, growing up I had very little exposure to people with disabilities. My experience with the munchkin has been that these children (with disabilities) are segregated from the “normal” children in schools from the very beginning. The diagnosis […]Read More What’s In A Name?
Raising a child with autism is like doing yoga. It takes patience, practice, and some days you will be more flexible than others. The Truth Being motherly does not come naturally to me. When the munchkin was first born I was selfish as hell and still felt life was all about me. Based on my […]Read More Preponderance Of Evidence