As I begin my journey as a parent of a newly diagnosed child with ASD, I delve into the many resources available about autism and its facets. Right now I am reading: Early Intervention and Autism is by James Ball, ED.D., BCBA
It has been barely a week since we got the confirmation that my son Ethan falls within the autism spectrum. Some moments, I'm super positive; but sometimes I also feel discouraged and overwhelmed.
Ethan's Valentine's Day artwork at his early intervention preschool.
Ethan ate a Ritz cracker! Woohoo!
Me and my husband have always loved Ethan’s little quirks. Some of the things that we loved about him also made us realize that he might be in the autism spectrum.
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.