In the bath tonight, M said that C doesn’t love him. When asked why he thought that, M said, simply, “Because he doesn’t say it.” And now it gets tough. You see, it’s obvious to us how much C loves … Continue reading
C is untethered from his oxygen for a stroll in the brisk weather. What is a little unusual here is that C was leading the way; usually it’s the other way around.
When C was first diagnosed with ASD, a friend who has faced the same challenge told me that I would come to appreciate the littlest accomplishments just as though they were gigantic.