1. Lyle's Autism Diet
    April 20, 2015 @ 12:33 pm

    I feel your pain. Great story, thanks for sharing!


  2. Joyce M
    April 20, 2015 @ 5:41 pm

    Wow you make my day, thanks for sharing. Tomorrow K and I are off to swim towards a island call day treatment site as school is coming to and end next month.


  3. Annie
    April 20, 2015 @ 7:46 pm

    A great story again or should i say a great slice of life. I laugh so hard when i read the last bit about the teeth, my daughter gave me a look (that is saying something coming from my autistic princess!!)


  4. Emily
    April 21, 2015 @ 12:45 am

    They don’t have teeth in Africa. That makes me laugh. Good ol’ Jack. I really like him. And it puts my mind at ease because that means I will be able to love my little boy as he grows too. Sometimes I wondered if I would. I am still unfamiliar with this part of the island, and I appreciate you as a tour guide of sorts. Especially since you are a great example of love. Thank you.


  5. Kim Landis Black
    April 21, 2015 @ 1:29 am

    Ok. I understand your struggles here, I really do. But I can’t help but be tickled by the things jack said. We had our Christmas lights up so long because of the snow I swore I was gonna plug them back in and call them Easter lights. I have three dogs that do the same thing when somebody knocks on the door and I can imagine the visitor wanting to scream jacks colorful world. I know people that prowl around the house and look at everything like they are shopping. And the why does he have teeth thing, that is one of the funniest things I have ever heard. That is first class parenting biting you in the rear there lol. It would be refreshing to be able to speak your mind with no filter. But as you said about apologizing for every little thing, we can’t do that.

    Here in wv we are proud rednecks through and through. Those are all things we would say amongst our dearest friends and family and laugh and laugh about them. If jack is on the spectrum, I think his needle is twitching somewhere around potential redneck status, we would be glad to have him lol. I bet jack would love a good old fashioned country twang. He just needs to like tea and the farm life and he would fit right in. Unfortunately, I am trying to avoid a diabetes diagnosis right now or I could show jack how to make the best chocolate sheet cake ever. You even cook the icing from scratch just like the cake!

    I want to make sure you don’t think I am making fun of jack or your struggles. But I honestly just see a kid there. I would want to be jacks friend if we lived close. I think he is precious and wonderfully made!!


    • Carrie Cariello
      April 21, 2015 @ 7:14 am

      Thank you, Kim! If Jack keeps up the swearing, I just might send him to you!


    • Kim Landis Black
      April 21, 2015 @ 3:33 pm

      We will take him!! I don’t live with autism every day, so I don’t see your struggles. But I see a lot of normal in that kid.


  6. Kim Landis Black
    April 21, 2015 @ 1:32 am

    And I never understood the play date concept. My kids were always with a group of people from classmates to team sports and right on down the line. Never had any, don’t know anybody that does that I know of either.


  7. oshrivastava
    April 21, 2015 @ 2:29 am

    Reblogged this on oshriradhekrishnabole.


  8. jenmarie33
    April 21, 2015 @ 5:43 am

    That last comment was the best. =)


  9. terismyth
    April 21, 2015 @ 11:20 pm

    Your story is touching. I can remember when my autistic son Andrew at the age of 5 blurted out “You are fat” to a neighbor. I was mortified. Yes. She was definitely over weight, but it wasn’t appropriate for my son to use those words in that manner. My poor neighbor didn’t know what to think. Thank goodness we never ran into her again.
    It’s times like these that we have to teach our kids what is and isn’t okay in the real world.

    Today, at the age of 22, Andrew is accepting of anyone who might be different. He has learned more about the social norms and can get by in most cases without being identified as autistic.
    We still struggle and are frustrated with him not turning in his college assignments on time, but love and support him nonetheless.
    It’s a journey. And I wouldn’t want our lives any other way.

    Read “Andrewtism” if you want to learn more about our story.


  10. mim6366@yahoo.com
    April 23, 2015 @ 7:41 am

    Another essay that brings me to tears, thank you for opening my eyes, helping me understand, accept what might be in store for my grandson. May God comfort you, always Marilyn

    Sent from my iPad



  11. SleepyMom
    April 28, 2015 @ 1:03 pm

    While I’m sure the playdate was sweat-inducing at the time so glad you can look back on it with a sense of humor. The whole thing is hilarious AND scares me a little. I broke down and asked a classmate over for a playdate for my son for the first time (age 6). He has been at playdates before but they were always for his sister and he just happened to be home or had to tag along with me. In those instances he spent most of the time asking to leave or uninhibitedly exploring the person’s house/belongings. I’d like to think he is ready for this but it seems optomistic of me to assume he will suddenly maintain interest in his friend for more than a few minutes and be willing to share and compromise and not spend 20 minutes sitting on the toilet with the door open and all his clothes off just because someone came over to play.
    I applaud Jack’s and your bravery!


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