Sharing my journey raising a child with high functioning autism and hoping to spread more awareness of the autism spectrum through personal experiences and other stories or news articles.
Sharing my journey raising a child with high functioning autism and hoping to spread more awareness of the autism spectrum through personal experiences and other stories or news articles.
This post contains affiliate links. If you purchase from the link, I will earn a small commission. I spent years wondering what the proper diagnosis was for my middle child. After many diagnoses, visits with a family counselor and working through some of the rough beginning years with my son, finally we met with someone who had a son on the spectrum. This psychologist brought our attention to autism awareness, as she spoke with my son’s Dad and me, she watched our child. In a room as he motioned forward and backward, at times he wouldn’t make much eye contact when she spoke to him. Conversations were that of various topics of interest to him where he fixated on specific details. Many of the signs she saw as autism, we …
Now that I am done with my ramblings, written one early Saturday in June, as I watch my trio slowly start to wake up after our family slumber party Friday night, I am going to go sip my coffee and watch as the trio wakes up and gives me Mama hugs. I love that each wakes up giving me a big ole Mama hug.