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The Invisible Weight of Autism Caregiving About four or five years ago, I was on the phone with Krishna’s psychiatrist. I remember I was walking around the gard…
The Invisible Weight of Autism Caregiving About four or five years ago, I was on the phone with Krishna’s psychiatrist. I remember I was walking around the gard…
When “enough” becomes an impossible question—and how to ask what is needed now Am I doing enough? It is such a familiar question in autism parenting that we can…
It was a dark and stormy night! Krishna was about two years old. He was thrilled by the storm and his father was holding him in front of the bedroom window. The…
“Did he get down at all today?” It was about 7 in the evening. My husband had just gotten back home from work. I had been pacing up and down our terrace for hou…
Invisible cognitive load. Chronic vigilance. Decision fatigue. Uncertainty. All wonderful, accurate terms. What do they mean? I shoot upright in an instant. Fro…
“Krishna is on the autism spectrum,” the doctor said. The words hit me like a freight train. Once I got over the shock, I assumed that a year or two of therapy …
We were washing poop sheets for the nth time that night. It was around two in the morning. Exhausted, my husband looked at me. His gaze softened for a moment. “…
The Futures We Imagine When I was seven years old, my father and I would wake at five-thirty in the morning and walk to Nehru Park in Delhi's Chanakyapuri. The …
When Krishna began speech therapy, he had excellent expressive language and poor communication. At the end of one year, he was nonverbal. And I love telling thi…
Why Parents search for answers beneath the spectrum There is a particular kind of archaeology that begins after an autism diagnosis. Parents become historians o…