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've been thinking a lot lately about why art matters. Ironic, since I spent all of graduate school rebelling against the imperative to address aesthetic theory (probably because "aesthetics" to the professors I knew meant pure, in other words white and male). Really, I think about aesthetics because I'm grappling with my shift to stay-at-home-mom... Continue Reading →