If you’re the parent of a child with autism, then you know that, most days, “drown” might be a more apt aquatic description than “dive in.” Regardless, dive in I did last year when my three year-old son was diagnosed with autism.
I’m no toe dipper. I don’t wade my feet. I don’t shy away from the surf. I jump in. Cannonball!
Deep into the murky waters of autism I went, in search of answers to help my son.
To read what I found in the waters, head on over to Mamalode.
~Chaos Contemplated (for now)