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Here in New Hampshire, we are on day 6,382,091 of quarantine. Okay, okay. I’m exaggerating. Its only day 5,847,235 of quarantine. Either way, it’s been a long time. Hi. My… Read More
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For as long as I can remember, I wished I had a crystal so I could see into the future with my son Jack and his autism. I hated when… Read More
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He is anxiety and rigidity and obsessiveness, cloaked within the velvet robes of a diagnosis. But first, he is a boy. He is letters on a page—black and white sentences… Read More
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I stood at the stove the other day, stirring some soup I’d made from leftover Easter ham. My son Jack sat at the counter, reading the back of a DVD.… Read More
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Hey buddy, I am sorry you heard Daddy and I argue tonight. I know it’s scary. But sometimes, people disagree. No, no one is getting a divorce. I promise. I… Read More
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Hi. My name is Carrie. I am married to a man named Joe, and we have five kids. Our second son, Jack, is diagnosed with autism. Right now, we are… Read More
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I am autism. I am funny loud big. Yet I am quiet. I am a slippery riddle—a puzzle piece upon the bumper of a car, a black sentence upon white… Read More
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This morning I listened to a radio show, where a doctor explained that in times of isolation and fear, we need to feel loved in order to feel safe. He… Read More
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I have been married for twenty-one years. My husband Joe and I have five kids. Our second son has autism. He is fifteen. Now, I may not know much, but… Read More
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Hi. My name is Carrie. I have five kids, and my second son is diagnosed with autism. He is fifteen years old, and his name is Jack. I write a… Read More
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Here is me. I am Jack. Here is me, and here is my autism. See, I am a boy and a diagnosis tangled together like so many vines climbing a… Read More
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Hi. My name is Carrie. I have five kids, and my second son is diagnosed with autism. His name is Jack. He is fifteen years old, and over six feet… Read More
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For the mama who has just heard the very words that split her heart in half. He has autism. For the woman is lost amid a tidal wave of appointments,… Read More
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When you were about six, we had a party at our house. By this point, you talked pretty well. You were still behind other kids your age, but you could… Read More
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Last week I read an article about a police officer and his fiancé who left their 8-year old son with autism to freeze to death overnight in a garage. I… Read More
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