Years ago, I won a trophy (small, albeit) speaking about my son’s autism and my homelessness and how these collided. “Serendipity,” I called it. I spoke of how it took an autistic person like my son, Cullen, to understand an ex-homeless fella like myself and vice versa. Some 5 or 6 years later, after years of pure frustration and helplessness dealing with his autism and delays, I never dreamt I would feel the way I do about him now.
Read MoreSo, I ended up jumping in the car, putting all of my concerns for safety/sanity on ice, packing the boy and his brother, and set sail for Oklahoma. I wasn’t going to let my Paps die alone! Not without my blessing anyway…
Read MoreIf you are the parent or caretaker of someone with autism, you may be like me and must fight off resentful feelings at every turn. I’ll admit, by nature, I tend to hold grudges. Maybe it was the way I grew up. Maybe it’s something in my brain. Whatever the cause, I’ve had to fight off the unhealthy craving to harbor resentments for most of my life. And when it comes to revolving my life around Autism, I especially struggle…
Read MoreMy father-in-law (one of my dearest friends) is slipping in and out of consciousness and is confused, gasping for air, has swollen feet, and the like. All signs that Heaven is beckoning him home, soon. I wish I could say that I was there for him, but the reality of having a severely special needs child prevents this from being true. This post is for “Real” eyes only…
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