Peter
When I was in middle school, there was a boy named Peter who was constantly being bullied. He was slight, with straight sandy blonde hair that framed large, dark eyes. He wore a navy blue puffy coat and backpack at … Continue reading
Reflections on being the father of a boy with autism.
When I was in middle school, there was a boy named Peter who was constantly being bullied. He was slight, with straight sandy blonde hair that framed large, dark eyes. He wore a navy blue puffy coat and backpack at … Continue reading
With our neurotypical child, we wonder about the things any parent might: What will he become? Where will his interests lie? Will he have special talents? The questions are boundless, like our hopes for his future.
Last night I had a dream that I was driving rather fast on a highway. I don’t remember where I was going or why, and I was alone. The road grew dark, and it became very quiet in the car, … Continue reading