I was walking Brian in to school, hand-in-hand, him scripting something in jargon to himself. The boys in front of us, both a couple years younger than Brian, were deep in conversation about legos and Batman. I eavesdropped and smiled at how easily they were able to chat back and forth about their favorite things. […]
On any given day autism shakes things up. Some days we have to change our list of errands because it’s apparent that just one more transition will send him over the edge. Sometimes it’s just the ten extra minutes we have to take to truly prep Brian for any changes in his day. Other days it’s soothing tears and applying Neosporin to the latest hand bite. Sometimes it’s things that are just second nature that we don’t really even think about anymore. And some days it’s so hard that autism is the only thing I think of through the day.
However, every once in a while there is an afternoon that he’s just one of the kids.