Monthly Archives: December 2011

Nate’s Journal Entries

A few more snippets from Nate’s tenth grade English journal. 9/14/2006 “There were many rude videos on YouTube, a website with many cool videos. When I’m at school, I won’t talk about anything rude, because I’ll be in big trouble.” … Continue reading

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Another Hopeful Story

I was going to post some more entries from Nate’s tenth grade journal until I came upon this story in today’s New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/26/us/navigating-love-and-autism.html?_r=1&hp Funny, yesterday at Christmas brunch next door, I was asked if I thought Nate would … Continue reading

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Talk About Patience!

Parenting an autistic kid is one thing. We have a lot of skin in the game and will go through a lot of grief in the hopes of achieving some greater goal. In an ideal world, all kids would get that … Continue reading

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Birds of a Feather

What is it about autistic kids that they gravitate toward Nate? We’ve seen it time and time again, where a much younger child automatically hones in on Nate. It may be that wherever he goes, Nate plops himself down and … Continue reading

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The Outside Peeks In

I often wonder how Nate seems to those who know him least. At times I see him from the outside, watching as he sits at the kitchen table with guests and converses. He can pull it off occasionally, and often … Continue reading

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Cloudy Judgment with a Plate of Meatballs

As much as I want to believe that Nate will be an independent person somewhere down the line, there are moments that laugh in my face. A few years ago Nate sat five feet from his bathroom, oblivious to a … Continue reading

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Crisis Averted

“I think we may have a fit coming on. Can you come downstairs?” That was Karen, last night, calling up to me as I brushed my teeth. Nate had done something to his iPod, his second iPod (see “iPod Obituary” … Continue reading

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