For a person on the autism spectrum, learning to prioritize among multiple options can be overwhelming.
Some new television shows are claiming credit for casting people with autism—while simultaneously making sure that whoever gets hired meets as many cultural norms for neurotypical appearance as possible.
Hollywood (and hopefully the rest of the world) is finally awakening to the idea of inclusive and authentic casting.
My list is by no means complete, but I don’t want to create Mission Impossible.
Sometimes I feel a bit like an alien from a distant planet, observing the oddly frenetic (and commercial) family rituals that earthlings call Christmas.
Exhausted from being the eternal peacemaker in my family, I need a rest.
However colossally unfair America has become, our country’s education and support of children with disabilities is exponentially worse.
In spite of the hatred and divisiveness sweeping our country, there are still warm and welcoming people and places where diversity is respected, accepted and even embraced.
Mothers are tough. They have to be.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
I don’t want my daughter to turn from a warm outgoing person into someone hateful and suspicious.
The more structure you build into the holiday, the happier everyone will be.
We still don’t know when or where our daughter will live on her own, but the moment has FINALLY arrived for an old(er) mama and papa bird to fly onward.
Although poets have often extolled the beauty of leaves changing in autumn, I’m in no rush for fall.
We are all on the spectrum—the human spectrum—together.
My daughter knows she can count on me to never give up, because I never gave up on her or allowed her to give up on herself.