2024 and Me

This year I am especially thankful to my parents for not giving up on me. People often want to be rid of their difficult autistic child. Maybe they can’t take the aggression or the screaming anymore. Maybe they have no patience left. Whatever the reason, by the time their child is 30, they are no longer trying to improve their child’s life. 


My parents brought me to see Judy when I was thirty. I had no voice for three decades. And now I not only can talk, I have a whole community of people who know me, and therefore know I am not cognitively disabled. 

My parents continue to try to help me with the bursts of aggression that I cannot control. They limit my ability to join many groups and classes. I want them gone; I want to be included in things. In the next year, that is my goal. It is a resolution, I suppose.

This past year, since I started talking, has been the best of my life. May next year totally continue to see my life improve even more.