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It’s been a while since I’ve written. Work swallowed me whole — busy season in full swing — and the boys spent a week at their grandparents’ so I could focus without distraction. The house was quiet, too quiet. For a few days, I let myself just breathe and work, without the constant hum of…
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Today we had Eli’s in-person assessment at the ABA therapy center. The space was small and intimate — nothing flashy, but warm enough. Each child gets their own RBT, and everyone I met seemed kind, patient, and gentle. Eli will be the youngest one there. It wasn’t what I pictured. Then again, I’m not even…
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Being the parent who is both the primary breadwinner and a mom is hard. It feels even heavier with a child on the autism spectrum. I want to be the one who is always there for Eli, at every appointment, every therapy session, every milestone. But I can’t be. Some days I work fifteen hours…
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It’s been a few days since I’ve written anything, mostly because life has been heavy and exhausting. This week has drained me in ways I didn’t expect. I find myself hyper-aware of Eli’s every need, maybe even overprotective. I’m stepping into a world I don’t understand, trying to navigate rules I don’t know yet, and…
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Today was the first day I didn’t have a full-on cry session — and that feels like progress. After breaking down in front of a partner at work yesterday (and blurting out more than I intended), I decided it might be best to stay home for the rest of the week. Juggling tax season while…
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Monday afternoon, everything changed. The word I had feared became real: autism. That evening, I was numb. My body moved through the motions, but my heart felt heavy in a way I can’t fully explain. By Tuesday, shock had given way to action. There were calls to make, schools to contact, therapies to research. I…
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My sweet boy will be three this December. He is the light of my life — joyful, silly, full of laughter when he’s happy. But our journey hasn’t looked like what I imagined when I first became his mom. From early on, I noticed little quirks. Repetitive behaviors. Things I brushed off as just “his…
