Smoke Signal

I've tried special-needs parenting groups, but I never stay long, or participate very much. All the talk of this cure and that therapy and the constant, heavy commiserating keeps me quiet. When I say my child doesn't need fixing because he's not broken, there's rarely anyone who agrees.

My child is Autistic. And I'm not sad about it. 

I just wish I had a group of parents I could belong to. This post is my one voice shouting into the ether... I want to find my people. Our people.

I want to find the ones who find joy in parenting such a unique person. I want to find the moms who recognize that this is a different road, but that it's a good  road.  This journey I'm on with C is not just good enough; it's good. 

I want to find a group of parents who are happy with our kids just as they are.  I don't mean just "accepting what we cannot change". I mean parents who are truly thankful for the child they have, and who believe that Autism is part and parcel of that wonderful person.

Are they out there?

Return to Neverland

I'm diving back into the blogging pool, albeit at a new address. I don't think blogging is really a thing anymore, but it saved me in more ways than one between 2005 and 2015. If nothing else it is weirdly satisfying to look back at my archives and see what has changed and what remained the same. 

I've written for posterity, for love, for approval, for social change, and rarely for [very small amounts of] money. Today I'm writing for me. We'll see where it leads.