Category: Autism

Untouched

My 12 year old son just surpassed a decade of living and thriving with an autism diagnosis. A freaking decade. I sort of feel like balloons and confetti should be falling from the ceiling. As I reminisce over the past 10 years, the autism has bestowed upon Zion a laundry list of obsessions. Most of which are related to TV or…

Connection

Thursday morning at 5:31 a.m., I received a text that woke me up. It was from one of my best friends. She informed me that Chris Cornell had died. I sat up in bed and stared at that message for a good 5 minutes before it registered. And then I just flopped myself back into my pile of pillows and…

Removed

It was summer 2009. I remember so little anymore, but I remember that summer so well. I was freshly divorced and trying hard to put my life back together. To add insult to injury, I was trying to learn how to manage raising two kids, one of whom has autism, on my own. So I attended Zion’s IEP meeting with…

Baller

Recently I signed my 14-year old daughter up for AAU basketball. Not familiar with AAU? AAU is a travel league that plays April through August. Anyone who signs up for this league knows that for 4 months of the year, it is your life. The tournaments. The driving. The practices. The driving. The excitement and the competition and the great…

Stuffed

“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” -Eleanor Roosevelt   It is very hard for…

Puzzled

Friday afternoon while in a meeting with my boss, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. Zion’s teacher. Oye. When Zion’s teacher calls me, it is never good news. I cringed and excused myself to the hallway to answer my phone. She explained the events of Zion’s day, as she sobbed. I listened to this Precious Heart describe…

Angry

Crash. Bang. Boom. I open one eye and look at the clock. 8:28 a.m. He’s up. Oh boy is he ever up. Dude, it’s Sunday. Why can’t you just shelf the autism and sleep til noon like a typical 12 year old boy? Sigh. Suddenly it hits me that all of the noise is coming from him jumping off of…