The blog is brilliant. You write beautifully and heartbreakingly about the epiphanies, joys and trials of having a special needs kid. You know from my blog that I have an autistic daughter (thanks for the post, by the way! It – of course – made me weepy). She doesn’t have problems with tear ducts, but she does cry and scream at the drop of a hat if thwarted or startled and this can lead to odd looks in the grocery store and even the occasional friendly query to her from passers-by to see if she’s alright. (I suppose I’d take a closer look at a grown man seemingly making a little girl cry, too, though.) I always feel obligated to explain that she’s non-verbal and only understands a limited range of what’s said to her. That’s the part I dislike the most: I get looks of pity, or incomprehension or even skepticism. I’m always torn between the need to soothe her or distract her to get her calm again, and the need to tell our life story to complete strangers so they’ll stop looking at us (me) like we’re doing something wrong.

Thanks, again, for the comment on my blog and leaving a link back to here. This is a wonderful site.

Kurt, Tate & Aria