Posts by Wendy Wyler
A Diagnosis For My Boy
Four years ago I watched you from my son’s bedroom window as you went back and forth with your colleague in your car– attempting to convince her that my son had autism. You both had just evaluated him. I understood the urgency– I knew that you understood. I didn’t have a fancy job title and didn’t have an outwardly impact on our society. I didn’t possess any powers and my neighbors didn’t know my name. I didn’t have anything to give or anything to spend other than being the best…
Read MoreHelp Her Understand What Kind of Day She Had
I just want things to be right for her— I don’t care if she has hard days or sad days because that is part of life it’s part of being human and growing. But I want her to be able to tell me— I want her to be able to know for herself, what kind of day she had. I want her to know what she is feeling— Imagine not only carrying the weight of your feelings but not being able to understand them— not knowing why you are scared…
Read MoreTo Those Who Turn
To those little ones–those brave little Children–whose shadows stretch longer and higher than the wisest & oldest grown-ups— To those little ones that take my daughter’s hand–wait patiently and without knowing— never give up— on her. Your hearts are bigger and brighter than the biggest apple on the tree. To those little ones who turn my daughter’s head In the right direction– Who lift her chin to make sure that she too gets to see the greatness of your Tower– and how good you did! and to those who see…
Read MoreChalk Moon
I see my child running left to right. With an adult like animal chasing after her–one that once was human–strung by an invisible rope–sweating Big, fat drops of sweat born in a long day of keeping up– To my daughter’s erratic steps. The chime and play of the entire school on the blacktop is a world entirely unbeknownst to me—a mirage– I see my child in the wood chips–curiously untamed, naked screaming like a distraught fawn bare shaky on her legs spitting angst at everyone– And the principal hovering–a…
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