Life With A Side Of Autism


Tuesday, March 6, 2018

We Belong To The Light, We Belong To The Thunder - My Daughter & Me

[Special Note: This post originally ran in December of 2013]

God help my daughter when we're in the car and the radio station starts playing eighties music. She is not permitted to change the station under penalty of me singing a whole lot louder.

So the other night when she happened upon Pat Benatar as she was tuning the radio dial and I said (okay, screeched) Stop!

Monday, March 5, 2018

Meet Matthew And Matthew's Mom - Who'd Like To Talk About Autism Stereotypes

I've highlighted this wonderful YouTube channel before and I'm going to do it again. SBSK (Special Books by Special Kids) tells the story of people dealing with conditions and disabilities, giving all of us a chance to virtually "meet" some awesome people. Matthew is one of them, and very much like my own son, David, in that he's a super-friendly and outgoing kid - something that people with autism are often assumed not to be. Check out Matthew's story (and you might want to subscribe to SBSK while you're at it)!

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Temporary Hiatus

Hi everyone - stepping away from the blog through to next week because I'm hanging with my family for a big family wedding this weekend. Catch up with you next week!

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

5 Terrific Appetizer Recipe Gifs

Okay, I'll admit it - I'm totally hooked on recipe gifs. These quick how-to guides make it super simple to whip up whatever it is they're showing off (and they always show the link to the full recipe at the end). And of course, I'm sure mine will totally look exactly as nice as theirs, right? Right?

Oh well, it'll taste good at least. You have to be selective with some of the recipe gifs circulating out there. I swear more than half of the dinner recipe gifs have cream-of-whatever soup as their main ingredient after the protein. Makes me crazy. And half the dessert gifs have cream cheese (which I happen to like) but it does get tiresome to see so many of them.

That being said, I've got a bunch of these that I've actually tried and can give my stamp of approval to. Today, the appetizers! Check 'em out!

This one had my mouth watering: Garlic Parmesan Pretzels

Monday, February 26, 2018

These 5 Companies Offer Adaptive, Sensory-Friendly & Special-Needs Clothing

Having a child with sensory or medical issues can be a real challenge when you're looking for clothes that (a) fit, (b) look good and (c) don't make your kid squirm because they itch or pinch. Here are a few companies who are making it easier to dress your special-needs kid.

Did you know that has an entire shopping department for adaptive clothing and shoes? One of the companies featured is Independence Day Clothing, with elastic waist pants that are easily disguised, pants that can be worn front or back, and super-soft items for those with extreme sensory issues - and their sizes go all the way up to adult!

The Cat & Jack clothing line at Target is an inexpensive and fashionable way to clothe a child that struggles with buttons or zippers, or has things like a G-tube to work around or special sensory needs.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Time For Another Edition Of "What The Hell Did I Just See?"

It's another group of freaky pictures that I've collected! What the hell am I doing with my life, you wonder? Well, the truth is I'm a writer, and we're great on procrastination. And you get the joy of the fruits of my labors! So sit back and prepare to scratch your head or possibly recoil in horror at this latest group of "What the hell did I just see?"

When a Face-Swap goes wrong.

I'll take the elevator, thanks.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Power Of One Touch

[Special Note: This post originally ran in November of 2011.]

He was eight simple cells when I first saw him, through an electron microscope.

We went to the doctor’s office that day to have the embryos from our invitro fertilization implanted, and the microbiologist asked us if we’d like to look. Would we! I stepped into the back room and stared at the screen where the microbiologist brought up the eight perfect circles that would eventually, hopefully, become my baby. I reached out to touch the outline of those circles and I remember saying “Come on, baby. I’ve waited my whole life for you. Don’t make me wait anymore. Your sister wants to meet you.”

Five months later, I sat in another doctor’s office, my fingers touching and tracing a tiny printout of my baby. My baby boy, I now knew, and I couldn’t stop my fingers tracing the shape of his head, the way his hand reached up like he was already curious about the world around him. My finger lingered on his hand and I remember thinking I’d be holding it someday.

I lay in bed a few months later, unable to sleep. It was that last hellish three weeks before the due date, and sleep came in 20 minute snatches, interrupted by kicks and prods, heartburn and bathroom breaks. My hand reached down to touch my distended stomach, gently pushing, and I smiled in the dark as my little somebody pushed right back, against my questing fingers. “I love you,” I whispered. And I knew he loved me too. I knew it.