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Cynthia
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Comment by Ali and Pete — December 8, 2006 @ 11:10 am
I love that even after all he has been through, he still loves people so much. I love that he loves his friends and teachers and cares very deeply about them.
I love his absolutely beautiful smile and the way he’ll slide up to me, batt his eye lashes and say “hi Mom.”
I love that he has discovered painting and that it fills him with a calmness, pride and joy that nothing else ever has.
I love his heart, his sweetness and the light that seems to shine straight from the center of his being.
The Autism makes his life hell in so many many ways but he keeps trying, every day. He amazes me and he humbles me, and I love him with all of my heart.
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Comment by Kari — December 8, 2006 @ 1:10 pm
“He died,” he told Gray. Then he said, distressed, “I don’t want my soul to go away!” When we asked why, he told us: “the soul is connected to the teeth!”
So I found myself, in the midst of a tricky onramp, with a car full of eager children, trying to explain what a “soul” is. It’s undeniably leavening of mundane life.
There is something so true, so immediate, so essential about Ryland: he grounds me. Slow down! he says. I’m right here and I want to understand.
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Comment by Sharon — December 8, 2006 @ 2:54 pm
I love these children because they cannot be bought. All the other kids want me to buy them toys and take them out. All I have to do with the girl is give her paper to draw on and the boy will dance with me anywhere and is not affraid to look stupid dancing with his old Aunt. They are fun, sweet as can be. Now that they can both talk and read it has made it more pleasureable to be around them.
It was very hard when they were real young. My heart goes out to the extremely patient parents that work with them endlessly just to get them to respond or to say one word. I wouldn’t say they are lonely, they are just absorbed in their own world. I do wonder what it is like in their world. I think it must be frustrating.
They are very dear people and they do have their own lives and interests. They are like little robots. They get in their routine and just go like the ever ready bunny.
Comment by Jo Ann Keeney — December 8, 2006 @ 3:20 pm
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Comment by Wanda Rodriguez — December 8, 2006 @ 4:39 pm
I can’t even stop at the store after school because he’s afraid we gonna be late for home. As humans we all run behind on our schedule at times, but being a mom of my autistic son, I’m never late for nothing. lol
I find humor in this because I know he can’t help himself and he’s the love of my life. If you have or know an autistic child, please be patience and have understanding.
Comment by Delana — December 8, 2006 @ 5:37 pm
I’m worried about this because it’s hard enough as it is without feeling we will be judged as not accepting enough if we don’t feel fine about all some of the more negative challenges of autism. This was a call to talk about the positives, and I was glad to do that. But the problem is, some of us face extremely tough challenges with our children (often worse when they’re younger), and I others understand if we have trouble coping with some of them.
If someone suffered from an extreme anxiety disorder (and anxiety is often a big part of autism), I think it would be okay to say we don’t like the effects of the anxiety on that person, especially if the person found it very distressing. This would not mean we don’t accept them, or that we can’t see what is good about them. My son, unlike someone who commented earlier, is distressed by many of his symptoms. I still love him, and I’m thrilled when he is happy, and applaud all his triumphs, of course.
Cynthia
Comment by Cynthia Whitfield — December 8, 2006 @ 6:12 pm
Comment by Cynthia Whitfield — December 8, 2006 @ 6:14 pm
Like many have said the things other parents take for granted is what we cherish. And we would not want that moment or what they did to ever go away. I just want to let each and every one of you know that we are blessed and we have special children and until other people walk in our shoes they have no right to judge us.
Comment by Ardette Proud Autistic MomGermany) — December 9, 2006 @ 3:28 am
Comment by melinda — December 9, 2006 @ 1:32 pm
When Alex was diagnosed at 2, I cried the whole ride home from the doctor’s appointment and I thought it was the end of the world. Autism, however, has given our family more patience, strength, empathy and understanding than we ever had before. On the flip side, autism also has opened our eyes to ignorance, narrow-mindedness, pity, criticism, intolerance, and insensitivity. We pay no mind to people of those mindsets and instead appreciate the little things in life and celebrate all of Alex’s achievements - things, which the day he was diagnosed, I must admit I never thought would ever happen…things such as his smile, eye contact, riding a bike with training wheels), being potty trained, drawing, writing, attending regular Kindergarten and having academic skills (some of which are at the first grade level), playing on the computer, speaking and being to answer questions and follow directions.
I feel very blessed to have my son in my life. I couldn’t picture my life without him.
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Comment by renee buter — December 10, 2006 @ 2:35 am
Greetings for everybody here and special thanks for Lisa.
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Comment by Julie — December 10, 2006 @ 9:12 am
One of the things I love most about Jeffrey is his way of surprising us with “bursts” of developments. Last year, he signed himself up for the school track team! What could I do, but support his desire to participate with his peers. He went to practices and wanted to try hurdles! I was scared to death - Jeffrey is not a very athletic kid! But he did the hurdles with his own unique style and brought the crowd to their feet (and tears to my eye!) If that wasn’t enough, Jeffrey wanted to do the school talent show; Jeffrey has been taking piano lessons for almost 2 years. He had to audition and was accepted. He attended the rehearsals and did a wonderful job at the actual talent show - he played “Edelweiss”. When he finished playing, he was grinning ear to ear, the audience gave a grand round of applause and you could just see how proud Jeffrey was of himself!
Jeffrey has touched so many people with his friendly personality. Yes, he is quite childish in many ways; yet there are times when he seems so mature.
People say he is doing so well because he has such loving parents who help him so much. But I believe Jeffrey is showing us the way! I think of him as my shining star - leading me through the confusing maze of autism!
Comment by Nancy West — December 10, 2006 @ 10:40 pm
I love the way he is filled with glee from head to toe when I answer his favorite type of question: “what would Kim Possible say if…”. And the way he is filled with glee when he sees me come to pick him up at school each day.
I love the way he tells his aunt, “I love you for all the reasons” — that is, not just for the candy she brings him.
I won’t deny that it’s very demanding to be his mom, and that I wish he didn’t have to struggle with sensory overload, inability to concentrate, and trouble picking up social cues. But, to use his own words, I love my boy “for all the reasons.”
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Comment by Melissa R — December 12, 2006 @ 10:23 am
I guess I can sum up Taylor this way. It’s sometimes more important to like someone than to love them. We LOVE our family. But do we really LIKE them? Want to spend time with them? If they weren’t related to you, would you want them to be part of your life. I can honestly say I LIKE this little human being and even if I were not his mother, I would be his friend!
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Comment by JENNIFER JACKSON — December 14, 2006 @ 2:08 pm
This year I am so pleased and overwhelmed by my 4 year old daughter Hannah.
She is so excited and really in the spirit , this is the 1st year I have been so excited in a very long time , Hannah even sat and took a picture with Santa twice lol , she knows it is jesus birthday so she sugested we sing happy birthday and get a cake for Jesus so we shall do so.
She has found her imagination and I am so pleased , she is going to get the best dollhouse in the world this Christmas and she even has a part in her School play that she has memorized 6 whole lines lol ….yesssssssssss I am thrilled I am bursting at the seams I tell you.
So much has changed with the help of you Lisa Jo and with T.S.S. and B.S.C. support as well as a great support system I found through Hannah’s evening classes at stepping stones.
She is playing interacting and just coming around so much better than ever.
Merry Christmas all and Blessings to Our special Autistic Angels and there Families and Supporters.
Lisa Jones Pa.
Comment by Lisa Jones — December 14, 2006 @ 4:59 pm
Comment by Nick — December 15, 2006 @ 7:26 am
His ‘firsts’ have become milestones for all of us, and he wants to know all about what is going on with us and around and us and why, and for how long, and how is he involved. He made all the guacamole for our Thanksgiving dinner and we discovered how good it was with the traditional foods. He never misses any details we often miss like expiration dates on foods and what color a bird was. Sam’s being high functioning on the spectrum has made all of his family a ‘high functioning ‘ family. As his ‘Granny Person’ (his name for me) I treasure every hug, every visit, every time he says….”I need to more about that” and I know I can actually tell him more or direct him to sources. Sam uses different eyes to see this world and has made me a better Granny person for it! Amazement fills my world filtered thru Sam’s eyes…….Thanks Buddy for being you!
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Comment by Melissa Perez — December 15, 2006 @ 1:23 pm
I cried many nights, but then I decided I was going to give him the best life that I can give him and I’ve never stopped. I was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and I am determined to win that battle because of my sons. Ryan is one of the best things that ever happened to me. No matter how bad I am feeling, Ryan brightens my day when he walks into the room. He loves his Grandma and constantly hugs her. Although we have difficulties at times my family and I feel blessed to have Ryan in our lives.
Comment by Maggie Lauture — December 15, 2006 @ 2:35 pm
Comment by Elona Winlsow — December 15, 2006 @ 4:02 pm
So Thank You Sean and Cole for being who you are. My wonderful, never boring, exciting little boys who keep me on my toes every moment.
Comment by Cari Herber — December 15, 2006 @ 5:34 pm
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Comment by Lee — December 15, 2006 @ 7:45 pm
I had always known how special Alex was but at that moment I knew how wonderful the world is in his eyes. Wouldn’t the world be a more beautiful place if we all saw with those kind of eyes.
How lucky I am to be his mother! I’d not trade him for the world!
God Bless everyone this Christmas!
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Comment by Debbie and Rich Auerbach — December 16, 2006 @ 8:14 am
I love to hear her sing.
I love to see her in the North High School choir.
I love the way she tells me I need to relax!
I don’t like the teenage attitude, but I love the way she’s learned to imitate and assimilate so well.
I don’t like her messy bedroom, but I love the way she tries to TALK her way out of having to clean it up.
Since she was by “Buddha” baby (and I didn’t know that was a red flag to be scared of) I have always said,
“Thank you, God, for the serenity of Mary.”
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Comment by Leslie — December 16, 2006 @ 10:52 am
A ‘list’ would be too limiting. But from a selfish perspective, I love how they challenge every thought and deed in my life. A force for change for the good of one [me] and all [everyone else]
Compliments of the Season to you all
http://whitterer-autism.blogspot.com
Comment by mcewen — December 16, 2006 @ 2:16 pm
I’d never known anyone on the autistic spectrum before, but his friendship was worth every bit of effort I’ve made learning the ropes. What do I love about him? I don’t know where to begin…
He has the greatest integrity of any man I’ve ever met. I know I can trust him to speak truth to me. He didn’t profess his love for me until he was absolutely certain of it, so when he tells me he loves me now, it’s not just empty words because I know it’s from his heart. He is strong-willed and not at all intimidated by me as an intelligent woman and occasional spitfire.
Thanks to his mother’s hard work, he is a polite and chivalrous gentleman. He calms me, he grounds me, he reminds me to slow down and appreciate what is truly important in life. He is never boring, as life with him always presents some new quirky way of approaching a task that I never would have thought of. He has an endearing innocence about him at times, and when he sleeps, he looks so beautiful in his childlike peace that I feel my stress melt away by just lying next to him.
Every day I wonder, after all the disappointing relationships I’ve had with neurotypicals, what on earth did I do to deserve this wonderful man who has become the love of my life?
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Comment by Donna — December 16, 2006 @ 6:49 pm
He is a great performer, and because of his obvious love of the music, the audience has a great time watching him! The gift of music has opened up many doors for him, and i have loved being a part of it. He has become a very important of the musical community in our ozark town and I am very proud that he is my son.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Comment by Robyn — December 16, 2006 @ 8:33 pm
“A smile sometimes a glance,
Or a fit of giggles,
At times even a dance,
Little arms hugging me
As if joined by angels!
So, I kiss you briskly,
I call you, you leave me,
You don’t listen to me
And you do as you please
You, my nicest surprise,
My eternal sunrise
Melting all my worries.”
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Comment by Roger — December 17, 2006 @ 1:12 am
I don’t look in your eyes
I mess up your things
I have pictures in my head
I give you a hard time
I am autistic
I love you”
Gian Vincenzo is my loving autistic son. A healthy, handsome 6 year old, he is a gift from God and a source of joy and happiness for our family. He has had his share of occupational therapy, applied behaviour modification, special diets and special education.
His special site here
Comment by Gian Vincenzo — December 17, 2006 @ 2:21 am
A couple of weeks ago, my other kids bought tickets to see “Godsmack” in concert. They bought a ticket for me as well (they needed someone to go with them). I was unable to get time off from work, so mom had to take them instead. Nathaniel had a ticket too, but had expressed a desire not to go and was determined to stay home with his grandmother. I knew that he really wanted to go but was afraid of going to an unfamiliar place with thousands of people. I didn’t want him to miss out on this opportunity, however, and quickly came up with a plan. “I’m really worried about your mom” I said to Nathaniel out of the blue. “What do you mean?” Nathaniel asked with peaked concern. “Well” I replied, “It makes me scared to think that she will be driving all the way back from the concert in Syracuse so late at night. She’ll be so tired and I’m so worried that she might make a mistake driving.” Nathaniel became silent, and I intuited a feeling of deep concern in him right then. “It’s too bad you aren’t going to the concert too” I went on, “I know that if were with your mother, that you would watch out for her and nothing bad could possibly happen to her. After all, there’s no one who cares more for your mother than you do.” Nathaniel thought quietly to himself for a moment and then asked “Not even you?” “No, not even me.” I replied.
Nathaniel went to the concert with his mom and his brother, sister, and brother’s friend. It was a magnificent time had by all. I went to work with peace of mind; knowing that my wife and children were in good hands.
Comment by Dave — December 17, 2006 @ 2:22 am
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Comment by Dawn Tollefson — December 17, 2006 @ 6:56 pm
“bad” behavior tolerable.
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Comment by Becky S. — December 19, 2006 @ 8:09 am
I don’t know what I would do without him, he is the light in our lives!
Comment by Rachel L. — December 19, 2006 @ 1:40 pm
This group is dedicated to promoting a positive view of autism and lots of you people who have posted here will like the videos in the group and hopefully will add to those?
Good luck all, and happy Christmas!
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Comment by Laura — December 19, 2006 @ 9:46 pm
Yes, she has serious disabilities and can be really stubborn, has a long list of foods she can’t eat (not because of a special diet, she’s just really picky). I can not imagine life without her. I’ve felt that way since she was born and we’ve had many scary times with medical problems and many frustrations and misunderstandings. Her normal, healthy brother came with his own problems. Nobody’s perfect. Both of my now grown children are wonderful.
Comment by MM — December 20, 2006 @ 3:28 am
Vinny Max
Blue Eyed
Dirty Blonde
Bird Chested Boy
What fills that mysterious mind of yours
When you slobber your gibberish words?
Happiness, sadness, fear all meshed together,
Struggling for their individuality
Millions of syllables that become lost in our meaning
Do you hate that we dont understand?
Do you know what hate is?
5 Years Old
A Twin
Sensory Challenged Boy
Do you know the strength of your own aggresiveness?
As you spin wildly across the living room floor reenacting everything
As your memory grows untamed
Stimulated by the mere images of Shrek and Fiona
What facinates you so?
Do you know what fascination is?
It appears that you live in another world
A world all to your own
For a smile never leaves your face
Bring us along to that world
Let us feel what you feel
Do you see us trying?
Will you help us through?
Blue Eyed
Dirty Blonde
Bird Chested Boy
5 Years Old
A Twin
Autistic Boy
My Brother
Written by Brittany Purr
Lafayette College
Comment by Brittany Purr — December 20, 2006 @ 9:11 am
Today, I don’t separate his autism from the way he is. Yes, there are days when I know he is frustrated that he can’t say what he wants to say, but I also have never known a child more gentle and loving and full of things to say, even if his communication goes beyond words.
Adam has made me see the world through more forgiving glasses, and that’s the greatest blessing of all. Everything I believed was important before Adam became trite. Much that used to occupy my time just doesn’t make sense any more. Acceptance, opening my eyes to diversity around me, coming to understand people with all kinds of differences has made me more aware of the gifts people bring to us, including the strange gift we often call challenge. In that, autism is a joy because despite all the challenges, despite bias in society towards people who are different, Adam still shines like a beacon. He is innocent, curious, as all children are. I think Adam will continue to teach me throughout my life.
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Comment by Jen — December 20, 2006 @ 5:57 pm
He loves learning, just absorbing knowledge and then being able to apply it. He’s a great companion for going to any kind of museum.
He tells me he loves me every day. He thinks hugs are awesome. I think he’s awesome and I would not change anything about him.
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Comment by Kristen — December 21, 2006 @ 6:32 pm
Hopefully these comments will help people realize that a “cure” is not the answer.
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Comment by Liz — December 22, 2006 @ 11:27 am
I am not the most religious of people, but I truly believe that God only gives you what you can handle.
Another father once told me never to look at his autism as being a disability but as a blessing.
Billy, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. Thank you God for giving him to me!
Happy Birthday and Happy Holdiays!
Love Dad
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