“Achoooo-ski!” – “Na Zdrowie!”

I’ve been sick for almost a week now with what appears to be the Cold from Hell. I’m sure it’s got an actual official name such as Coldus Luciferus, but Cold from Hell works too. Being sick isn’t even the worst part though. I also happen to be Polish (as in, I was born in…

Autistic People Should Be Free to Flap

“Quiet hands, Andrew.” “Andrew, quiet hands.” I can’t count how many times those words passed through my lips the first few years after Andrew’s autism diagnosis. The people with the official paperwork attached to official clipboards told me it was the right thing to do. It will help him fit in. Flapping is an inappropriate…

Help! (From a Mom on Behalf of Her Autistic Son)

  I’m sending out a distress signal. I know you’re out there somewhere and I need your help. My son Andrew is hurting himself, and I cannot get him to stop. Neither can my husband. Or anyone else for that matter. We’ve tried mittens and gloves and squeezes and shiny things. We’ve tried massages and…