Please don’t be scared of her, she is just a little girl.
She needs to touch everything because that is how she roots herself in the world.
When she doesn’t look at you when you are speaking, it isn’t because she can’t hear.
It also isn’t because she doesn’t like you.
Telling her she is pretty is not going to make her less Autistic.
It’s ok, I am not sad about Autism anymore and she never was, so you don’t need to make a sad face.
I want you to know that I am grateful every day to be her mother, but that doesn’t mean I am an unusually good person. She is my child, we are in this together, we are learning and trying, growing and changing. I used to plan that someday I would dance at her wedding, now I recognize that those kinds of plans are a gift that makes you feel sad. Now I plan small. I take life in careful bites. I savor the good moments and try and let the bad ones not break my spirit. Autism has taught me that a life is not a series of accomplishments or degrees from fancy schools. Life is about waking up every day and beginning again.