Sometimes I only write because it’s cheaper than therapy, but most of the time I just delete it because its just ramblings of my brain that makes no sense...I often think about the heartbreak and hilarity of raising a child on the spectrum. As the mother of a child, my guilt gland throbs. Was it something I ate while pregnant? If only I’d worked more on my my aura in yoga classes chanting to whale music like Gwyneth Paltrow and Organic Co. But Ive come to accept my child for the exceptional little person she is...with all her quirks there are times Im exhausted and just want to throw the towel in and scream, okay you win! But I cant...and wont. I no longer think people are normal or abnormal. I think they’re ordinary and extraordinary. And people with Asperger’s are quite remarkable. Our daughter is a Wikipedia of sometimes strange information with a pulse...and I love her beyond measure. Bill Kuntz
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 00:57:07 +0000
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