Autism: It’s not easy

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.

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.