Once a site for my own confessions about being a mom of an autistic son. Now a site where we can both share our writing.
Not a whole lot to report around here. We have one tired kid who’s falling asleep in his lunch because he can’t catch up on his sleep (usual story with all of us “Autism Parents”). I’m still demanding that he puts an “I want” in front of the nouns he grunts at me when he…
I’ve definitely been rolling around in the mud of self-pity, sorry, and fear lately. I’ve also been wearing an Christmas-sweater-ugly cloak of anger. I’m not really out of this hole yet, to be sure. But Max is having a better day. So I thought it wise to write something nice so that anyone reading this…