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…

And a Little Child Shall Lead Them.

I’ve taken him every single day since the new school year began on August 23rd. It was a deal I made with him, to ease the transition from being at home for the summer to going back into the classroom for six hours each day. Between working on his IEP goals, attending speech, occupational, and…

From piano lesson to life lesson

I ask him if I can sit next to him and he says yes, so we sit side- by- side together he and I   His fingers touch the keys with conviction while mine graze them timidly as if I’m meeting an old friend who seems less familiar than I had hoped and it’s all…

I Know a Damn Good Parent When I See One

He walked in in the middle of Ian’s haircut, his young daughter clinging to his legs, her eyes locked on the floor of the salon. “Does she need a haircut?” asked one of the stylists, and I cringed a little at the thought of a pair of scissors anywhere near the little girl’s gorgeous, shiny,…

Look What I Found….

I had just organized my emails by recipient while looking for something I had recently sent to my editor, when an old email to an online AA support group I had once been a member of caught my eye. The subject line is “Relapse:” well I have only posted here once i think, and i’ve…