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?
Can one really teach empathy? I'm not sure. My child isn't isn't a charity case. He isn't a community project. He's a kind-hearted, teen-age boy who enjoys having friends. And he happens to have autism.