My son has autism.
He remembers everyone's birthdays. It's nice having a walking calendar.
He struggles with comprehension when he reads.
He plays house unceasingly with his youngest sister.
He retreats into himself when there is too much sensory stimulation.
He doesn't understand sarcasm, jokes, or idioms.
He has a great sense of humor.
He can watch a movie inside his head to keep entertained.
He has trouble recognizing social cues.
He recognizes when his friends are excluding him.
He LOVES mass and all the rituals involved. Being an altar server has bolstered his confidence.
He loves his mother and sisters.
He loves his father and misses him very much; so much so that he can't talk about it.
This is the face of autism.
I plan on continuing my posts on autism awareness this month. And, I dedicate my posts to Ryan Barrett whose life inspired me and whose death devastated me. May you rest in peace.
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