by Amanda Lockitch | Sep 24, 2021 | Writing
My son is autistic. He is three and a half. The light of my life. And I’m terrified a lot of the time. When I start to grieve about the “normal” kid I don’t have I kick myself. “Fuck you! How dare you ‘grieve’...
by Amanda Lockitch | Jun 22, 2021 | Writing
I’m at the playground with my four-year-old son. He’s chewing on his hand, drooling. A nearby mom says, sympathetically, “Are teeth coming in?” I say, “No, it’s his stim.” She does a double take, smiles kindly. I realize how lucky I am to live in a time and...
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