|She wasn't happy with getting her hands messy|
Those years have been filled with therapy, meltdowns and amazing moments. The picture with the cake? Her first birthday, the only clue something wasn't right then? A few delayed milestones such as a complete lack of speech.
It would be another year before the sounds came. Then it was neither "mommy" nor "daddy" that we heard. It was short phrases from commercials. Three years of speech later she can only communicate effectively in a familiar environment. No that is not the fault of the therapist, that is the fault of autism providing my child with an inability to generalize.
I hate it for that fact. I also hate the ignorance that surrounds the disorder. More importantly I hate the lack of education for the disorder.
|Signs of Imagination|
If it weren't for her autism I may never have noticed that we were living in a world full of idiots. Children (teenagers) today have about as much sense as a rock, actually rocks have more.
Do yourself a favor, educate yourself about disabilities. Raise your children not to be idiots. You'll regret it if you don't.