Anything else is just another form of chains.
Life is fragile and short. We need to value someday less and today more.
We can hide them. We can hide from them. But they always wander back.
Military life taught me a thing or two about fatigue. Being a special needs father years later taught it to me all over again.
No amount of money ever bought a second of time.
How you behave when angry is a choice. And what makes us grown human men and not animals is the delta between how we could behave and how we do.
Marriage in a special needs family is many things. Easy is not one of them.
Once you make your peace with it, you’re pretty hard to beat.
Special needs fathers, hear me now. It’s the only shot you have.
Hope says that somewhere things are better than the pain I feel. And one day I’ll get there. That’s all.
The guilt that erodes the soul of special needs fathers is a brutally toxic force in the dynamic of special needs families.
If we view the peace that we seek in life to be separate from what we experience in our journey of parenthood, we will be searching for a long time.
You can’t carry the thoughts of future pain into your present. They’re just too heavy.
In the months after our son’s autism diagnosis, things were unimaginably difficult. For the first time in my life, I prayed.
There’s no easy way to say it. Buckle up. You’re in for a whole lot of work. And none of it is optional.
My wife told me that our son had been diagnosed with autism over the phone.