Autism is such a broad and new subject. It wears many faces, expressions, emotions, hindrances, and gifts. There are types not acknowledged formally and people who fall through the cracks. I know this, and yet still it baffles me.
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I look back at all of this as a twisted blessing. Each incident added another brick to my wall. I see pain,
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Looking back, my extreme self-absorption shielded me from a world of pain. I’m selfish. Because I struggle to connect with the outside world, my own interior
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Family also leaves an imprint that is difficult to erase. My mom is the second youngest of nine–seven siblings she speaks
My family has a thing for knives. It all started when my Aunt chased her sister down the street with a butcher’s knife, a natural reaction to newspaper theft. Her third grade teacher sent her home with a newspaper with a bizarre medical story she
I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. In particular, I wanted to be a mom to a little girl. I envisioned myself as the stay at home mom type. My daughter and I would have Saturday afternoon tea parties.
I want to start this by saying that I love being a twin.
Unless you are a twin yourself, then it is almost impossible for me to describe the depth of our connection, the completeness that she brings me. I think I probably owe