Autism: Surviving and Thriving

Fourteen years ago my youngest 3 boys were diagnosed with autism within a 9 month span. Devastation and grieving followed. Doctors gave me little or no hope, but they didn't know me very well. I refused to believe that my boys were doomed.

My boys are now young men, adults with autism. They are thriving, but every day presents its turmoil and challenges.

My family: husband Mike, sons Ryan 23 yr, Nicholas 21 yr, and Cameron 18 yr. (Ryan and Nick have autism; Cam has recovered from autism.) Our oldest sons, Michael 34 yr and Stuart 25 yr, moved out of the house. Ryan has also moved out, and is still working towards complete independence.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Smooth Dude

Nick chillin'
Nicholas has had a very busy semester.  He's taking eight classes.  The norm is seven.  His school day starts at 6am with marching band.  He's taking a full load, which is keeping him busy with homework and band practice.  His weekend doesn't really start until Saturday night because marching competitions occur on Saturdays, sometimes running late til 9 or 10pm.

Today, Nick informed me that he needed some down time.  He pointed out how hard he's been working, citing the proof in his grades and marching band awards.  I agreed.

Then Nick gave me that look.  He had something specific on his mind.

"Can I spend my downtime at Starbucks?" he asked somewhat shyly, yet with a smirk.

"Yep!"  I concurred.  I really couldn't argue.

Nicely played, Nick. 

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