It’s quite isolating.
We preach togetherness, and inclusion, when this whole experience is the complete opposite.
Excluded. The questions, the stares. They come from everywhere now. Even other kids.
“Do you talk?”
I still struggle with how to answer that. Do I make excuses? Do I start a conversation that child’s parents aren’t ready to have with them yet?
What he’s shown me is it doesn’t always matter if he talks. His play speaks beyond any words that he can or can’t say. I struggle to remember that and at times I forget that his autism isn’t just his.
It’s all of ours. Even the dog’s. We are all in this together.
And no matter how far away I feel from the rest of the world, I know my feet have a safe place to land with my people.
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