As we begin Autism Awareness Month, it's important to appreciate how far we've come in understanding autism and helping autistic children lead productive lives. Yet challenges in combatting stigmas remain, particularly in communities of color.
I think about what I thought my life would be like with a child and it's nothing like I imagined, but you know what? That's okay. Because although my child has a disorder, and life is made a bit more difficult, he is happy.
If there is something important happening; if there is something worth seeing or reading or hearing out there, some kind soul or a thousand of them will make sure we see it by sharing it on social media.
He is free to be himself the way I wasn't until my 30s, and if it weren't for him, I may never have been given the gift of diagnosis. Allowing him to be himself -- free, proud, and authentically autistic -- is the best gift I can give him in return.
Leo appreciates your patience, because, like so many autistic people, it sometimes takes him a few beats to process spoken words. So give him a moment, once you've said something to him. You don't need to simplify your language or shout; he can hear you.
I decided long ago not to mind his need for speed. Something about the movement itself feels good to him, so I let him go. I once asked him why he sprints everywhere and he simply said, "I just like to be quick."
As people sneered and looked down upon her, their eyes asking how dare she let her son ruin everyone else's shopping trip, I looked at her in total admiration. I thank God I was able to notice what everyone else seemed to miss.
When the veil of autism descends on a child, devastated parents confront a series of difficult questions and decisions, says Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Ron Suskind whose new book recounts his family's 20-year odyssey across the elusive realm of autism.
Kathie Snow, a disability rights advocate, brought to my attention a recent news item about Senate Bill 367 in Virginia. The bill would require a bar code on driver's licenses and identification cards that can be scanned to reveal if a person has autism.
An unwavering positive energy, the same energy needed by disabled children, led me, against all odds, to take my son on an adventure many dream of: riding across the three Americas on a Harley Davidson,
I first read about The Intense World Theory in March of this past year. I was also just beginning to find blogs written by autistics. My world completely changed. So it was with great excitement that I sat down with Drs. Kamila and Henry Markram after their presentation on Aug. 1.
There is a large and thriving community out there of both autists and parents of autists who are writing, blogging, commenting and reaching out to one another. The only requirement to join this community is a desire for connection.
Families with kids aged 2 to 20-something were encouraged by the rabbis to walk around when they needed to, bring their snacks back to their seats, dance to the music or do none of the above if they didn't want to. What didn't I hear? The words "SSSHHHHH!" or "Sit down!"
I was thinking about another time when things didn't work out so well on Christmas. ... Another time that folks had to deal with their "normal" being ripped apart by the "normal" of someone else -- of God.
When Mickey was diagnosed 16 years ago, there was no road map to tell us what lay ahead. How do we build a full life for him after high school? Where will he live? And our ultimate dread: Who will love him when we are gone?