In just don't understand why people aren't accepted for who they are? I'm not talking about mean, cruel or nasty people.  I'm talking people that aren't accepted because of a disability, color of their skin, sexual preferences, gender, religious or political beliefs or ethnicity. Screw the hate mongers and bigots. I believe that we are all created equal, and regardless of our wrappers, we are all amazingly beautiful on the inside.  Why people don't see that is really sad.  I really like the world would be such a better place if we embraced our differences and accepted each other for who they are.  I've always hated when people are discriminated against but I also can't help but feel sorry for the people that live in a world, so small, that…

In a few hours, Lizze and I will be returning to the school for an open house.  This is really important because we will get to touch base with all the boys teachers. We will also get to speak with Gavin's teachers and get them on the same page with his health issues.  Lizze is getting some rest and I'm waiting on a work related phone call.  Thank God I don't need the power button to answer and talk on the phone.  :-( This site is managed almost exclusively from my Galaxy S4. Please forgive any typos as autocorrect HATES me. ;-) Follow @Lost_and_Tired "Like" me on Facebook Visit the My Autism Help Forums To reach me via email, please Contact Me   Setup of an account with Bluehost and I get paid.…

Everyone except Emmett, was exceptionally cooperative this morning.  Elliott, was kinda hit and miss but he did a pretty good job.  Gavin is almost always cooperative, at least lately.  Lizze seems to be doing pretty well today and so she took the boys to school because I'm feeling a bit under the weather. This update was rather short, sweet and to the point.  I do however, have a question for you.  Are your kids cooperative in the morning? This site is managed almost exclusively from my Galaxy S4. Please forgive any typos as autocorrect HATES me. ;-) Follow @Lost_and_Tired "Like" me on Facebook Visit the My Autism Help Forums To reach me via email, please Contact Me   Setup of an account with Bluehost and I get paid. If your looking for a…

Confession of a Special Needs Mom: Do you know what it’s like? (via http://mylifebeyondlabels.com)

While in the Emergency Department with Rob and Gavin last week I had the chance to speak with one of Gavin’s treating physicians while Gavin was having his MRI. Without meaning to, I stunned him into an uncomfortable silence. I don’t think his years…

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I spoke with the school this morning concerning Elliott eating lunch all alone.  Elliott was upset because he thought he had to eat lunch alone and did so for the last 2 days.  He was under the impression that because he packed his lunch this week, that he wasn't allowed to eat with his friends that ate the cafeteria food.  This was a sad misunderstanding. Turns out that earlier this week, the teacher on duty in the cafeteria asked Elliott to scoot all the way down, as he was the first in line and they wanted to begin filling up the tables.  Elliott, being very literal minded, moved all the way to the back of the cafeteria, where he sat all alone for two days.  He was heartbroken because he…

And so it begins: The Great Cell Phone Debate (via http://mylifebeyondlabels.com)

Elliott Richard came to Rob and I the other day (after a whopping whole 2-3 days of school) and announced that, “Mom, Dad, I need a cell phone. ALL of my friends have them. Why can’t I?” And there we are. He’s 7 and a 1/2 years-old and suddenly…

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Please keep in mind that the answer to this question is likely to be different from person to person and each child with Autism is different. With that said, I have a big discussion going on at our Facebook page about this very topic. at the time of writing, there have been almost 100 people share their thoughts. Below there is a link to the actual thread. You can leave your comment there or in the comments below. Whichever you prefer is fine with me... :-) Post by Lost and Tired.