Category: Fight for Him

If You are a Terrible Parent, Then I am the “Mephistopheles”

I am in a season of my life right now where I feel bone tired almost all the time. Ragged, how-am-I-going-to-make-it-to-the-end-of-the-day, eyes burning exhausted. I have toddlers, Andrew 4, and Arywn 2.  I’m not complaining about that. Well, maybe I am a little bit. But I know that there are people who would give anything for a house full of…

Dear What Could…

Dear what could have been friend, And I say could have, but it’s not you, it’s me. Typical, right? But hear me out. I am generally a good person. And I don’t mean that in a boasting/bragging kinda way, just a that’s kinda how you should be way. Treat people the way you want to be treated, and all that.…

I See You Starring, Do Not Judge Me Until You Can Look In the Mirror and Say That You Are Perfect.

I see you, sitting there subtly staring. Your look of disapproval is not invisible to me. I see you, sitting at the next table with your children, puzzled at my decision, at my parenting practices. I see you, looking at me from the corner of your eye. Your body language silently disapproving of my decisions regarding my son. I see…

Yes, Finally Back to School Time. Yikes Here Come’s the Re-adjusting…Yet Again. Ouch.

We’re nearing that wonderful time of the year again when our kids return to school. As the parent of an autism spectrum child, I’m not sure which is more challenging—attempting to create structure for a child during the summer months or trying to get the child back into a new routine at the start of a school year. Either way, one thing…

Will He Ever Sleep Through the Night Again? Will I Get a Full Nights Sleep Ever Again?

Sleep. As a mother, it’s a precious commodity. Hell, even if you’re not a mother, you start to go a little crazy if you don’t sleep. It’s scientifically proven that sleep deprivation can lead to a whole host of health problems. So, what do you do when you have insomnia and, as is common when raising a child with autism,…

So I Have One Child that is Autistic, Will My Other Child Get it?: A Deeper Look at the Same Thought That Runs in My Head Daily

Every parent of an autistic child, and every parent that is autistic themselves or has autistic relatives, has to face the prospect that they may have (more) autistic children. For some this is very daunting, for others it is perfectly fine. As many of you know, I have a son Andrew who is 4.  He has high-functioning autism.  He may…

Could it be Autistic Burnout?

Things lately have been going excuse my phrase, totally ass backwards with Andrew.  I feel like the progress that has been made has been lost.  There are so many factors that could be the cause and I spend day in and day out trying to find the exact cause, or reason.  But that is just it, there is no reason,…

My Son Can and Will Play Sports To. The 3c’s That Can Help Parents of Spectrum Kids Find a Sports Program.

Most parents can’t deny that they want to see their child score the winning goal, make the buzzer-beater basket, or hit the walk off home-run. However, these traditional, large-team sports such as soccer, basketball, baseball, and football might not be the best choices for children with autism. In all of these sports, the demand for social interaction, calculating movement, and…

It’s Hard to Refer to Your Child as Autistic if You Still Are Not Sure What It All Means.

You know the phrase – If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve met one person with autism. Well it’s true. Since my son, Andrew, was diagnosed with autism I’ve done a great deal of research about the autism spectrum. I’ve talked with countless doctors, therapists, autistic adults, and autism parents. Each professional I talk to and each article I read sends…

The Blame Game, How to Deal with the Self-Guilt of Parenting

I think, one of the main reasons I felt guilt and personal responsibility for causing Andrew’s autism or at least contributing to it; there are so many unknown reasons as to what causes autism that I looked for something concrete. Even if that meant blaming myself. If I could at least put some sort of name, some sort of anything to…