My boy. I love him so much. When he’s happy, I’m ecstatic. When he’s ecstatic, I’m on cloud nine. And what makes him so very happy you may ask? That’s easy! Gravel, sand, grass, dirt, pebbles. Anything he can dig his hands into, roll around in his palms, and occassionally place on his head (that’s … Continue reading The important thing is that he’s happy.
High-functioning, low-functioning, medium-functioning. Severely autistic, mildly autistic. Verbal, non-verbal. Hand-flapping, wiggling mess. All I know is that P is gulping air still and producing lots of gas, burping, vomiting, and now he’s got a fever too. And not the type of fever that mellows him but the kind that makes him chant like a Native-American … Continue reading Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what type of ASD you’re gonna get.
As cheesy it may sound to some, and a bit of a cliche, I ran the 5k at this year’s Athens Half Marathon for my ASD son. I sure did! And I’m going to run in every single other marathon, or race, in Athens from now on, again for my son. That feeling of accomplishment, … Continue reading Did I run for my son? I sure did!!