Ethan's Valentine's Day artwork at his early intervention preschool.
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.
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.
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.