Hi. My name is Carrie. I am forty-three years old. I am in decent shape. I exercise almost every day, and I don’t take medication, and I don’t have any medical issues. For the most part—aside from the occasional cold in the winter and monthly bouts of PMS—I am healthy. And yet, I often think […]
I’m not sure if you remember me, but we met the other day at the hotel. Well, I guess we didn’t exactly meet. I don’t know your name. We didn’t even speak. In fact, you were barely wearing any clothes, which would have been incredibly weird if you weren’t swimming in a pool at the […]
My son Henry helped me write this post. Over the course of the last week, I asked him all kinds of questions about his brother Jack and his autism. I listened to him talk about his memories and his experiences and his feelings, and I tried to piece it all together and paint the complicated, […]
My son Henry helped me write this post. Over the course of the last week, I asked him all kinds of questions about his brother Jack and his autism. I listened to him talk about his memories and his experiences and his feelings, and I tried to piece it all together and paint the complicated, […]
My son is thirteen. His name is Jack. He has autism. Oftentimes, there are no awards for people with autism. What I mean is, Jack will probably never climb the steps to the stage, and collect a piece of paper that says he made the honor roll. He’ll probably never stand on a chilly football […]
I really enjoyed meeting you this week. We had quite a bit of time together to talk when you drove me to the airport, since there was a lot traffic. I didn’t realize there was so much construction in Austin. I liked hearing the stories of your childhood in Sudan, and how great herds of […]
I really enjoyed meeting you this week. We had quite a bit of time together to talk when you drove me to the airport, since there was a lot traffic. I didn’t realize there was so much construction in Austin. I liked hearing the stories of your childhood in Sudan, and how great herds of […]
My 13-year old son Jack has autism, and every day I read something new about what caused it. In the past week alone, I have seen the following headlines: Women of advanced maternal age are more likely to give birth to children with autism. Air pollution is the leading cause of autism. Don’t use Windex. I was […]
You may not know this, but a couple of months ago I un-friended you on Facebook. I mean, we weren’t exactly friends in the regular sense. We never met for coffee or talked on the phone or texted each other. We don’t even live in the same state, and I haven’t seen you in over […]
My son Jack has autism. Sometimes this makes him sad. Other times it makes him angry, and frustrated, and scared. When Jack was very small I had to take him for a lot of tests so we could figure out why he didn’t talk and he screamed so much and slept so little. We were […]
