Autism Makes Me Laugh

Autism anger

Epic Fail

Kirsten set me up.  I should have known better.  What was I thinking?!  I knew her stress level was inching up.  And was smart enough to begin praising her: “Good job being patient Kirsten!” ...

Autism Mind Games

Mind Games

I’m convinced Kirsten likes to play mind games with evaluators.  And can you blame her?  It must be annoying to go through life with all of the poking and prodding – people watching your...

Autism Talking

I’m Not Crazy

Yes, I talk to myself.  And I’m not referring to that under-your-breath muttering.  I can carry on a full-volume, out-loud conversation.  All alone.  Out in public.  It goes something like this, “Hmmm… I don’t...

Autism self regulation

Too Much Fun!

“Too much fun.”  A misnomer, right?  Not in Kirsten’s world!  Too much fun is a problem.  It sends her heart racing, fills her with anxiety, and before you know it she’s in full-blown fight-or-flight...

Autism seatbelt

Grandma’s Lucky

Kirsten has taught me a million lessons over the years.  None so precious, or so engrained, than learning not to care about what others think.  I learned it early and I learned it fast. You...

Autism Mothers Intuition

Mother’s Intuition

All those early years of Kirsten requiring constant vigilance have paid off.  Watching for signs of distress so I could act quickly and avoid that looooong-lasting meltdown.  After years of practice,  I’m convinced a little piece...

Autism Gifts

Gift Giving

It’s not that she never thinks of others.  Kirsten prints coloring pages for her little cousin, lets the cat in and out, constantly refreshes my drink, and even prepares my toothbrush nightly.  (Yes, I’m...

Autism Friends

True Friends

It can be irritating spending time with someone who SHOULD be building a relationship with Kirsten. Someone who SHOULD be hugging her, talking to her, asking her questions …enjoying her.  Sometimes they don’t.  Sometimes...

Autism Fog

Coincidence? I Think Not!

When 7 years old, Kirsten’s language was still limited to requests:  “Get a snack?”, “Oh, apple?”, “Ice cream?”  The fewer words it took to get her point across, the better.  However, occasionally she would...

Autism love

Ferris Wheels Rock!!!

Regressive autism is strange.  One day Kirsten is there, talking, looking me in the eye, even joking.  And the next day she is gone.  So where did she go??? How could it be that...