So this is why people fear speaking up and speaking out and making their opinions known; because there will always be someone out there who will twist and mangle and misinterpret their message to make it fit their own agenda. Good thing I don’t give a damn. In the past 24 hours, since my SUCK…
I told autism to SUCK IT. Yeah. I said it.
The other day, my 9-year-old son Andrew, who is severely impacted by autism, did something amazing. For the first time in his life, he read. It wasn’t a book, or a chapter, or even a sentence. It was ONE word: Harold. The name of his favorite character from his favorite show, Thomas the Train. Before…
His Hands Hurt Me
He comes to me his hands bloodied covered in raw wounds but there are no tears He doesn’t know what to do so he holds his hands out to me red swollen limp and i feel a shudder invade my heart I kiss them lingering wondering hating and i taste the blood on…
How an iPad can give a voice to special needs children
Andrew is kicking some serious communication ass thanks to his iPad (which, if you recall, he received from a guardian angel by the name of Gary James back in August of this year). I’ve written a pretty fantabulous article about the whole darn thing for my column with OC Moms for The Orange County Register…
Special needs girl bullied at the hands of Ohio teacher, classroom aide
It’s a nightmare that has played out over and over in my head: My helpless special needs son being abused at the hands of an evil force preying on the weaknesses of an innocent child just because he’s an easy target. I mean, who would Andrew tell? How would we, as his parents ever really…
Friends.
His name is Colin and he’ll melt your heart (trust me, I’ve experienced it firsthand) He sits two seats away from Andrew in a classroom filled with few conversations and even fewer friendships yet somehow they managed to find each other CHOOSE each other, and form a bond (Hold on. I need to grab…
A playdate. With his first school friend. Some things are totally worth the wait.
I’ll admit it. I was a bit nervous Not a bad nervous A giddy nervous There’s a distinct difference, you know. I held the paper in my hand and stared at the numbers until they blurred together into one big ink blotch bit my lip grabbed the phone and dialed The voice…