It was about 10 years ago when the seeds of Autism (or something close) were implanted in my brain. I realized that Jack was different in some way. This coming September will mark 10 years since officially starting to find out (via actual tests) that there was in fact something wrong with my son. As the anniversary of his being diagnosed looms on the horizon (which would be next year), I'm flashing back to his last semester of preschool when we had to prepare for his transition to elementary school. There are plenty of parents who are anxious about the experience to begin with, for a typical child. I know I was with Savannah, but it's really amped up when your kid is "different"- handicapped, delayed, whatever. We want the best teachers, we want smooth sailing. But when your kid is really unpredictable day in and day out, you can only hope and pray that the teacher they end up with for the year is patient and understanding. I know all too well that teachers (as ...
"The crazy adventures of an ASD family".