I would like to take a moment to tell you about my son. Not so much for you to get to know him but to simply be aware of how hard it can really be sometimes.
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I would like to take a moment to tell you about my son. Not so much for you to get to know him but to simply be aware of how hard it can really be sometimes.
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I’ll never forget the day autism crept into my life, and how alone and ignorant I felt.
I love our developmental pediatrician, Dr. DP. He is open, honest, and never leaves me astray, which was what made today's appointment that much more difficult for this mom to handle.
Jack's anxiety has steadily increased over the last year. At his last follow-up appointment with Dr. DP in January, we agreed that Jack was struggling with anxiety, but we were going to give sensory integration our all for the next six months and see if it made a difference.
It didn't. We got Jack a swing set. We got him a crash pad. We've been trying to give him input as often as we can. I also communicated to Jack's private therapy team that we needed to put an increased focus on sensory integration. I gave it my all; it wasn't enough. Continue reading →
William’s eyes are beautiful. Everyone says so, and even if they didn’t, I know so. They are most hypnotizing when he is looking and thinking about something off in the distance. Everytime… everytime I ask William, “What are you thinking about?”… his answer is always and never failing, without a doubt, and never pausing… “GOD.”
Yes, I’m sick of autism. No, I’m not sick of Autism the Condition. That I can live with, although it’s a complete pain in the ass sometimes. But what isn’t? So that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about everything that isn’t actually the condition: Autism The Event. Autism the Tragedy. Autism the Gift. Autism [...]
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This post on ADHD subtypes and Winnie-The-Pooh comes from Andrew Bindewald, a Master's student from Regent University. He found the idea intriguing that different characters from The Hundred Acre Woods offered great metaphors for different aspects of ADHD.
So, without further delay... The wonderful thing about Tiggers... is hyperactivity. Which is sometimes... not so wonderful... :-/
Jim Palmer is a retired Hall of Fame Baseball Player. His stepson Spencer has autism. Jim Palmer has his primary home in Palm Beach, Florida. Jim Palmer is an Autism Light for his support of autism in his own family and for helping an autism charity through a special auction. Continue reading →
This Taylor Swift song has become the unofficial anthem of the anti-bullying movement.
It was the best of days, it was the worst of days. It was a day of "what the hell is that on my carpet?," it was a day of "who is this child and can we keep him?" It was a day of three baths before noon, it was a day of planning a party for a friend.
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