Last week we had a crazy storm over here. It was loud, wild, and somehow dimly bright outside. The lightning streaked through the sky and lit up my front yard. When I heard the crack of thunder rip through the clouds I knew I had to find my son. Poor baby…he was sitting on the sofa curled up in a little ball with his fingers plugged in his ears. I hate seeing him like this. He just looked up at me and said, “It’s storming now Mom.”
I held him, rocked him, kissed his head, and rubbed his back. I knew what he was feeling without him saying a word. Sometimes as adults we can be the same way.
One thing that I am constantly learning about autism is that it really isn’t that different from what anyone else faces. People with autism face daily life struggles just like everyone…
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