What Stigma? And Why?
“My son has stopped responding to his name. He has stopped looking me in the eye. I think he’s autistic. But I’m afraid to take him for a diagnosis.” “But why? …
Insights and stories for parents on the journey
“My son has stopped responding to his name. He has stopped looking me in the eye. I think he’s autistic. But I’m afraid to take him for a diagnosis.” “But why? …
“Krishna, what do birds eat?” “Pija!” replied 2-year-old Krishna, who was eating pizza at the time. “You're eating pizza, baby, and you're not a bird. What's yo…
“”After us, then what?” This question popped up in my mind for the nth time yesterday morning, just about this time. I was frantically cleaning the sofa while K…
“Let me tell you a story of courage. A story of love.” Yesterday, I was waiting for Krishna to finish his therapy. A blue electric auto purred to a stop next to…
“So, what’s for breakfast?” For me, this is the scariest question possible on a Monday morning. Especially when my delightful maid decides to take off for a few…
Autism parenting seems a lonely journey. Autism seems a lonely journey. It needn’t be. Krishna’s first regression happened when he was about 4. “That’s not typi…
Children are society’s most vulnerable. And autistic children? Even more than “most.” A few nights ago, a friend shared a video. A horrible incident. In it, a s…
“Krishna, big, black eye!” And Krishna burst into peals of laughter. My cheek was against his and I peered into his eye. His comically huge, shiny, black side e…
“I’ve seen many autistic children, but none like Krishna! Please admit him for 2 weeks in a psychiatric hospital.” When Krishna’s neurologist said this, she saw…
Does love need a spoken language? The gaze holding yours with such power that your soul is laid bare… The scent of that little head, sweet despite hair tangled …
Let me tell you a story about parenting guilt. “Krishna, say bye to me. I'm going to the hospital. I'll be back by evening.” Krishna was hiding under his comfor…
“Little one, won’t you smile for me?” Her eyes twinkled, and her smile held more warmth than the summer night outside. Her hands held Krishna’s firmly, but gent…