Autism with a side of fries

Living the life with a son on the spectrum who proves that a side of fries makes anything better.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

"I just want to be able to have a conversation with my kid."

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 The longer I raise him, the more I realize that having a Kiddo that can talk doesn't mean one that can successfully communicate. As...
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Manners Matter

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Two times on Mother's Day I got a "win". Neither of them were grand gestures or big productions but there was no doubt in my m...
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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Shame

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Let's talk about something cheerful and uplifting, shall we? I worry about the Kiddo. A lot. He is creeping up to twelve soon (EEK!) a...
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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

What's acceptable?

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I'm gonna get right to the point here. There are meltdowns and there are tantrums and they are NOT, this bares repeating, NOT the same t...
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Monday, April 18, 2016

Past Me meet Now Me.

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"At what age did your son start to talk?"  "When did your son toilet train?"  "How old was your son when he fir...
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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Running away from home.

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Daddy Fry does not like to shop. We quickly became the couple where when a holiday or birthday happened, gifts were often something for the ...
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Monday, March 28, 2016

The Good, the bad, and the surprising parts of Autism.

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My husband finished dinner last night and the Kiddo took it upon himself to clean up after him. He took his plate and fork and placed it in ...
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Eileen Shaklee
Autism is a trip I didn't plan on, but I sure do love my tour guide. It's better to laugh than to cry. Mainly because I got distracted by the free samples at Costco and forgot to buy tissues.
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