Two brothers embrace in a tight hug while on a walk outside

Before I Understood My Son’s Autism

“Back when it was just a word on a piece of paper slid across the table to us, I thought it was something placed upon my 3-year-old’s shoulders, weighing him down. I thought it was something we could fix. Or change. That there was a part of him that was not autistic. One we just had to find.”

I Will Always Be Her Safe Space

“At the end of the day, no matter what, she will always be my baby. She’s the precious girl I dreamed of. And if this life with her is my only dream come true, I hope she knows it was more than enough. As a matter of fact, it was everything.”

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