My son has new football trainers and, better yet, he is talking better and better against many odds stemming from his autism and dyslexia.
Autism: It’s not easy
My son is getting his sounds out right in two languages slowly but hopefully surely, and at least one succulent word has come out just right.
My six-year-old son, who has autism, is learning to play soccer in Argentina, where it is sacred. He doesn’t quite get it yet but he’s going for it.
My son wants a baby brother for heartfelt and stirring reasons.
My six-year-old son takes many things literally, and the doctor’s explanation of his nose has him thinking he could very well be a machine.
For my autistic son, right is right and left is left. And “pretty please with sugar on top” is only feasible if you have a spoonful of sugar.