Monday Morning Coffee and Chat! Today I’m talking about releasing VALERIE’S VERDICT, my BLIZZARD IN THE BLUEGRASS being part of the WHEN SNOWFLAKES NEVER CEASE collection and how writing a child with autism was very emotional for me, and about doing a series of whole food/real food cooking videos the week before Thanksgiving.
Tag: parenting autism
Monday Morning Coffee and Chat 4/29/19 – Autism Awareness
Today on the last Monday of Autism Awareness Month, I’m talking a little bit about autism and parenting an autistic child.
Monday Morning Coffee and Chat 9/10/18 – Mistakes Made in Parenting Autism
I really appreciate all of the questions that I get from my readers. Today I’m talking about how letting her autistic son read books like CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS, DIARY OF A WIMPY KID, and MIDDLE SCHOOL: THE WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE were really setting him up for failure in middle school.
Autism – Friends
“Really. Besides, I want the people at Hot Topic to think I fit in.”
That took my breath away. All of this assumption that he doesn’t care, that social situations are meaningless to him completely flew out the window.
He cares. He knows he doesn’t fit in. He didn’t say he wanted to fit in. He said he wanted them to think he fits in.
Monday Morning Chat 6/18/18 – Researching as a Parent of a Child with Autism
I really appreciate all of the questions that I get from my readers. Today I’m talking about how I’ve researched parenting a child with autism.
Autism: Parent Victims
I know parenting an autistic child is hard – because I am that parent. I’ve been so exhausted that I’ve actually stumbled and fallen down the stairs, breaking my tailbone and causing me years of pain that took even more sleep from me. I’ve lost my kid in busy malls and churches and playgrounds because he used to wander away with innocence, chasing whatever light caught his eye. I’ve been frustrated to the point that I’ve had to deadbolt all of the exterior doors to the house so no one could escape, and go into my room and shut the door and just fall on my knees, unable to speak words, sobbing silently for God to help me get through another day. I’ve cleaned up after the daily bowel movement accident that my 8-year-old had, again, wondering if I was going to have to be doing that when he was 18. I’ve sat through the meeting where a school administrator kicked our son out of their kindergarten program because the teacher just didn’t want him anymore. We’ve pulled our family out of a church we loved because our son couldn’t deal with the noise in the children’s church or the worship service. And, God help me, I know more about Stampy Longnose than I would ever want to know.
