It’s April now. Here in New Hampshire, we are treated to the occasional shirt-sleeve day, when the sun warms your arms and you can cast your jacket aside. April is Autism Awareness Month. My son has autism. His name is Jack. He is almost fifteen. What can I tell you about autism that you don’t […]
I was cleaning out the playroom this weekend, and I came across the popular book “Oh, the Places You’ll Go,” by Dr. Seuss. I thumbed through it and I couldn’t help but think how my son Jack has so few opportunities for celebration. I want him to know that is all okay. I want to remind him […]
My name is Carrie. I have five kids. My second son, Jack, has autism. My story is not a new story. It is neither original, nor untold. My story of autism is, quite simply, an account of a bewildered mother trying to enjoy the moment in front of her, with one eye constantly trained on […]
Hello. I’m not sure if you remember me. We saw each other yesterday. You kept twisting around to look at us, even after the movie started. I liked your sweatshirt. My daughter used to love dinosaurs when she was your age, too. She wore a pink hat with one on it almost every day in […]
Editor’s note: I wrote this piece from my son Jack’s point of view, based on many conversations he and I have shared. One time my mother told me about this movie she watched. It was by a man named Alfred Hitchcock. In the movie, a woman is lying in a hospital bed. Her face is covered […]
Today, I will remember my son did not ask for autism, any more than he asked for light brown hair or a lazy eye. If we have a rough morning and he says a swear word because he can’t get the lid off the peanut butter, I won’t get mad. I won’t grit my teeth […]
Did I tell you my son has autism? It’s usually one of the first things I mention, not because I want you to feel bad for him, or for us. I tell you about my him so you’ll know right away I don’t want to talk about nonsense. I don’t want to know about the […]
Hi. My name is Carrie. I have a son with autism. His name is Jack. He is almost fifteen years old. He has blue eyes. In case you were wondering, he is not a savant. He does not possess some exceptional skill in math. He doesn’t swirl colorful blobs of paint into masterpieces, and he’s […]
Hello. I have been thinking about you lately. We’ve never met. You live in West Virginia, and I live in New Hampshire. I have five kids. My second son, Jack, has autism. Jack told me West Virginia and New Hampshire are exactly five hundred and forty-six miles apart. He knows stuff like this. I bet […]
Can I tell you a secret? It’s a little embarrassing, to be honest. We always thought our son Jack would recover from autism. We thought he would “get over it,” or heal, or just morph into a regular old kid who likes to toss a baseball around and fly kites on windy days. For years, […]