I had heard of horror stories of kids with autism in Disneyland. I was in for a pleasant surprise at my son's first time at Disney.
A poetry break! A poem on Autism inspired by the many times I watched and learned as Ethan was in therapy.
It was therapeutic to hear myself talk openly about my child and my role as a special needs parent in the special needs parent support group. If a tree falls to the ground and nobody is there to hear it, did it really make a sound? Now that I was speaking and I was heard, I felt a certain kind of emotional freedom.
When my son was four months old, he started eating purees. Boy, we’re off to a good start, we thought. From his first sour-faced applesauce encounter, he went on to try many different kinds of purees, from blueberry-banana to kale and broccoli. When Ethan was 15 months old, he decided to stop eating.
We noticed my son’s developmental delays early on, when he still wasn’t crawling or sitting up at 9 months. His range of motion was very limited. It worried me deeply, while my husband kept reassuring me that the milestones t would come. A friend mentioned that delayed crawling might be a sign of a disability. I freaked out.
I had both dreaded and anticipated this day for a few months. My son Ethan's psychological evaluation. We had suspected about half a year ago that he might fall within the autism spectrum. He had all the typical signs of a child with autism -- incessantly playing with anything that looks like a wheel, repetitive routine-focused play, delays in speech language development and gross and fine motor skills, limited eye contact and social communication.