Ding Dong: He has Autism, Ding Dong: The Witch is Dead
Ding dong. What do you SAAAAAAAAY??
Ding dong. He’s nonverbal. He’s autistic.
Ding dong. He can’t talk. He won’t say it.
Ding dong. Sorry, he just wants to come in your house, he doesn’t understand why everyone keeps closing the door.
I’ll Wait For You Like a Stone
When I was little, I’d turn over stones to see the wriggling worms and ants teeming just under the surface. It became an obsession: stone pavers, garden stones, smooth or cracked, colorful or dull, sparkly or pitted, each stone carried the potential of having an entire ecosystem hidden underneath. And I thought I was the luckiest girl alive to know this little secret.
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When Phoenyx didn’t respond to his name at one, I waited.
At two, when he wouldn’t look into my eyes while I held him, I asked questions.
At three, when he managed to sneak out of the house and was found alongside the highway, I realized this was actually a life-or-death situation.
Our children are born "seeing," empathic, and curious. And sometimes mothers find their ability to see again after giving birth.
And some of us feel like: Who am I to teach and nurture this perfect being? Who am I to be a mother? How can I raise another being if I can't even control my carb intake?