1. Melanie
    February 18, 2019 @ 1:07 pm

    I could cry for the children. Yes, we must change hearts. I was sick when I heard that recording. Sick.
    Your words and video are just beautiful.


  2. Mary Bishop
    February 18, 2019 @ 2:01 pm

    Carrie, you are changing hearts and minds with your writing. I understand so much more about autism than I did before reading your blog.
    The video was beautiful! ???


  3. Sue nicholson
    February 18, 2019 @ 9:39 pm

    Thanku Carrie for sharing that you at times lose your temper with your Jack….I am a “nanna” who is looking after quite regularly our three grandchildren, one of whom 10 year old Maddy is on the autism spectrum scale…like you I love, love, love her with all her “why?” Questions and her on the go, can’t stop to clean up the mess I made moments, always hungry plus all the other little things that make up her character, BUT there are times like this morning when frustration and tiredness took over and I shouted at her and actually became almost like I was a child also in the way I was berating her …it doesn’t happen often but it comes on very suddenly and there is too short a distance between brain thoughts and the mouth before the words are out, then guilt follows a bit later when I have a moment to stop, reflect and tell myself …it’s too late for what’s already said in those heated moments, it’s happened hopefully Maddy, who just loves everyone, will still greet me with her endearing smile and “nanneeee” as she runs towards me out of school this afternoon, and a kiss/ cuddle before those next words of “I’m hungry nanny” … and all feels OK for now. Your posts uplift me and I thank God for them gift He has given you in being able to put on paper and share what so many of us who read your blog, feel and experience in family life when a sibling/son/daughter/grandchild has autism.


  4. terismyth
    February 21, 2019 @ 8:20 pm

    Thank you for your post. It reminded me of when I saw a child bullying my son in preschool. He was actually getting choked and the teacher didn’t see it. I removed my son from there because there wasn’t enough supervision and I was mortified that my son had been assaulted.

    To this day, Andrew is sweet and innocent. I heard him on the phone the other day talking to At&T trying to get internet installed. He said he was “sad” that they couldn’t come for another week even though he had been without service for 2 weeks already. This is his personal style. It may not be mine, but that is how he approaches things. At 27, I can only coach him, but that might make him uncomfortable. It’s a fine line we parents live.

    He needs a job righ now and I want to help. But I realize that there are organizations that provide these services to my son, so that he can be successful. As much as I want to help, they know what to do, say and how to approach the situation better than me.

    I’m glad the teachers wore glasses to make Jack feel better. I am so grateful for all the help we were given over the years.


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