Recent Articles
03/23/2018
By David Korte, as told to Karen Mulder My older brother Mick passed away unexpectedly at the age of 46. I still miss him tremendously. If you were to see him walking down the street, you probably wouldn’t have known he had a mental disability. Academically, Mick functioned at about the 4th grade level. But […]
03/15/2018
My friend Krista was in Burger King with her two sons. One son, Benjamin, has autism and was having a difficult time. He was making loud noises and was jumping up and down and flapping his arms, as some people with autism do. A man in the next booth got up and came to our […]
08/01/2015
Recently I was in Walgreen’s and as I approached the checkout counter, there was a mother struggling with a boy. The boy was jumping up and down and yelling some indistinguishable sounds. He seemed out of control. Yet the mother talked softly and calmly to him while trying at the same time to place her […]
04/02/2016
My friend Krista was in Burger King with her two sons. One son, Benjamin, has autism and was having a difficult time. He was making strange loud noises and was jumping up and down and flapping his arms, as some people with autism do. A man in the next booth got up and came to […]
08/28/2015
Oh, my Lord, what now? How can we take care of her? Of him? What of the other children? Of us? My tears are like rain, soaking me. My grief is like acid, eating me. Why did it happen to her, to him? to us? How will we help her? Help him? How can we pay […]
10/14/2016
A Guest Post by Emily Colson Years ago the grocery store was the last place I wanted to go with my son with autism. Now, it’s the place I don’t want to leave. I followed my son into the tiny grocery, his steps bouncing so high that I thought he might lift right off the […]
10/06/2016
Guest post by Emily Colson I brought my son Max to a neurophysiologist’s office for an evaluation. If you aren’t familiar with a “neuropsych eval,” it is a two-hour process in which you must: Sit. Remain sitting. Give the illusion that you are paying attention while you remain sitting. Back then, when Max was nine […]
