Families can be complicated and messy. But still, your love shows in that writing. Sometimes I wonder if some people in the past were misdiagnosed with just mental illness when maybe there was autism involved.
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .
My mother and, now adult, son were always two peas-in-a-pod. They understood each other’s worries and obsessions, both the good ones and the harmful ones. Before he was born, no one in my family knew what autism was. We knew Mom was intense and not rational at times and my sister struggled with socializing and depression.
When my mother decided to stop the oxygen she was receiving for her lung cancer, all Mom and my son could say to each other was, “See you later. I love you,” just like it was any other day. They couldn’t say goodbye.
My mother was the greatest gift to my son. She was someone that understood him and loved him. They could ask each other the hard, direct, questions and not offend each other. We miss my mom, his grandma every day.
Your article made me cry and think of their love and understanding of each other.
This hit my home so hard, Carrie. We lost my brother 12 years ago yesterday and never knew that he was autistic until my child, who was due to be born on my brother's birthday was diagnosed. Everything makes so much more sense now and I wish for this too. Another hug, another chance for another transition. For him to meet my little one in human form. Thank you for this, sending love
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .
Families can be complicated and messy. But still, your love shows in that writing. Sometimes I wonder if some people in the past were misdiagnosed with just mental illness when maybe there was autism involved.
Beautiful.
So well written, I’m able to actually picture what you’re describing and smell the flowers. Beautiful!
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .
Beautiful.
My mother and, now adult, son were always two peas-in-a-pod. They understood each other’s worries and obsessions, both the good ones and the harmful ones. Before he was born, no one in my family knew what autism was. We knew Mom was intense and not rational at times and my sister struggled with socializing and depression.
When my mother decided to stop the oxygen she was receiving for her lung cancer, all Mom and my son could say to each other was, “See you later. I love you,” just like it was any other day. They couldn’t say goodbye.
My mother was the greatest gift to my son. She was someone that understood him and loved him. They could ask each other the hard, direct, questions and not offend each other. We miss my mom, his grandma every day.
Your article made me cry and think of their love and understanding of each other.
I always enjoy reading your posts.
Carrie I hope you feel peace when you see that star. Your Mom loved you but couldn’t be the mother you needed.
This hit my home so hard, Carrie. We lost my brother 12 years ago yesterday and never knew that he was autistic until my child, who was due to be born on my brother's birthday was diagnosed. Everything makes so much more sense now and I wish for this too. Another hug, another chance for another transition. For him to meet my little one in human form. Thank you for this, sending love
Your words often touch my heart. My mom and I were like oil and water for years but closer to her passing things got much better. 20 years but I still miss her .