I live at the crux of two paradoxes: unschooling with and autism diagnosis, and neurodiversity with an environmental justice focus. First, I unschool and believe all children are passionate learners and should learn however they want, and I trust that they will learn what they need to learn in life; however, I also feel that... Continue Reading →
There are three core values that I thought I'd impose as a parent, which I've found I have no interest in "imposing"--if that can be done successfully with values. First, I imagined we'd be a screen-free family, or only watch Sesame Street. Ha.Sesame Street scares the crap out of my daughter. "Mario's Nightmare" on youtube... Continue Reading →
Now I move in both worlds. The neurotypical and the autism parenting worlds. I carry them both on either side of me, and depending on who I interact with--the parent of a neurotypical kid or the parent of a kid with autism--I will have a whole different conversation.
I think I can forgive myself for not writing for 4 months. Those last couple posts, in the midst of having a tiny baby and an autistic kid, remind me that it has gotten easier now. Even as I long for the next year when it will, I think, get easier. Even as I adore... Continue Reading →
I am on fire But not the empowering kind Not the athletic kind Not the sprinter burning toward a finish line, hands ready to hold up the sky in victory. The kind where you stand outside a house beyond saving and watch it burn, just starting to feel the loss. I am on fire, but... Continue Reading →
I woke up this morning with a post on my mind, a list of all the things I must embrace because my daughter is autistic. I embrace the fact that she's afraid of movies and I won't be able to watch a movie with her for a very long time if ever. Instead, I embrace... Continue Reading →
People are always asking what an unschooling day looks like. The answer of course is that every single one is different. And with autism? Of course every kid on the spectrum is so, so different. But here is one of our days. The day could be said to start the night before. At night with... Continue Reading →
My best day last week was the day we went to the beach and Costco. The day that found me a long gas line at Costco turning off the car so that I could pull my screaming infant out of his carseat and breastfeed him half in and half out of the car. The day... Continue Reading →