I am the mother of an autistic child. My baby is autistic. He is now seven years old. We are working hard to help him, to support him, to give him the tools he needs to survive, thrive, and be a part of society, to enjoy his talents and his strengths and overcome his challenges. This is, as far as I know, what parents do.
And as a parent, there are things that keep me up at night, wondering. Is it enough? Will he be OK?
I have been weighing the idea of going down to the police station and seeing if there is anyone I can talk to about Joey. See, Joey is a runner. Not a predictable, tries-to-go-all-the-time-impulsive runner (which would be terribly hard). He's a get-mad-want-to-go-somewhere-else runner, or sometimes a thinking-of-something-across-the-street runner. He's the kind that would follow a dog into the woods and not know he was lost, until he was seriously lost. It is completely unpredictable. Some days he runs. Most days he doesn't. We keep the door locked, but yesterday, Andy got the keys down with a broom handle, how long until Joey figures that one out? It isn't a question of if I need to talk to the police and make them aware. It's a matter of when. And I want that when to be before I or JoeyAndyDad is arrested for child neglect because someone reported Joey being in the street.
We hear of other families facing ignorance, being arrested, their loved ones abused or worse, and for what? Because you can't see a disability?
Don't read these if you need a good night's sleep. Because these are the kinds of things that keep me up at night, and many other parents I know.
The Chicago Incident
Kevin Lazare in Brooklyn
Not moving to Minnesota.
Alva, OK. Why do people tape this stuff? Do they really think this behavior is OK?