Poem at Every Day Poets, and some thoughts on autism
My new publication for the week is a very short poem called "autism" over at Every Day Poets.
It's Autism Awareness Month, which makes me laugh because that's a daily thing in my household. My Critter is now 8 years old. He is completely in love with the Muppets and probably now knows more about late 1970s movie and theater stars than most people who were alive then. He also loves hockey, maps, teacher edition textbooks, anything involving numbers, and Legos.
Yes, he has bad days. Yes, sometimes he screams, rams his head into a wall, or when loud sounds set him off, punches classmates. He still has an extremely limited diet, has never used a fork or eaten meat, and largely subsists on peanut butter and crackers. But you know what? He's an awesome kid. We've come a long way, and I'm proud of him.
It's Autism Awareness Month, which makes me laugh because that's a daily thing in my household. My Critter is now 8 years old. He is completely in love with the Muppets and probably now knows more about late 1970s movie and theater stars than most people who were alive then. He also loves hockey, maps, teacher edition textbooks, anything involving numbers, and Legos.
Yes, he has bad days. Yes, sometimes he screams, rams his head into a wall, or when loud sounds set him off, punches classmates. He still has an extremely limited diet, has never used a fork or eaten meat, and largely subsists on peanut butter and crackers. But you know what? He's an awesome kid. We've come a long way, and I'm proud of him.
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