Autism: It’s not easy

My son has autism. He loves numbers and logic. And he takes things literally, so don’t say you love him so much that you’ll gobble him up. And he does it all bilingually. There’s not much literature on this. But that doesn’t matter. He’s learned both his parents’ English and the Spanish of his Argentina.

My son has autism. This means there are constant concerns about what people will think of him and what this could mean to his self-esteem.

My 11-year-old son could make a great reporter (his dad’s line of work). Facts are facts, and there’s no room for fakery as an autistic.

When you take things as literally as my autistic son, you’re bound to get corrected.

For my autistic son, sitting at the back of the bus is mathematically the best spot.

My son has new football trainers and, better yet, he is talking better and better against many odds stemming from his autism and dyslexia.

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.