Brielle’s Voice: Stories From the Autism Spectrum

  • The Value of Lived Experience

    Autism clinicians bring essential expertise. But lived experience brings something more: context. Without that context, even the best professionals can miss what families really need. Keep reading →

    The Value of Lived Experience

  • Waiting room thoughts

    Waiting room thoughts

    As my son takes his college placement tests, I sit in a waiting room next door thinking about how we got here. High school wasn’t easy for my kid.… Keep reading →

  • Staying positive

    Staying positive

    “If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.” Martin… Keep reading →

  • Counting the Ways

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning.) I love you… Keep reading →

  • Sleepaway Camp

    Sleepaway Camp

    ​Dear Brielle’s counselors,   Hi! This is Brielle’s mom! I apologize in advance. This letter is going to be long. But this is the first year that Brielle is… Keep reading →

  • Cherished Moments

    Cherished Moments

    My life as an autism mama consists of not enough sleep, a lot of cleaning and cooking, some anxiety drugs and an occasional glass of wine or vodka/club.  From time to… Keep reading →

  • Our Path

    Our Path

    Ten years ago, I met the jackpot of men. I didn’t know it at the time. He was just a guy from my town, a friend of a friend.… Keep reading →

  • My dearest daughter, Today you turn 15! I close my eyes and I can picture you when you were small enough to hold in my arms. Your little blonde… Keep reading →

  • Wallowing Time

    Wallowing Time

    I often say writing is my therapy. God I hope this blog post does the trick. Three times yesterday, I found tears running down my face while at my desk. Once,… Keep reading →

  • The Unknown

    The other day, my daughter told me she had a sore throat. And I cried.   At least I think that’s what she told me. Amid a crying spell,… Keep reading →

  • Perfectly Backwards

    When my phone rang the other day and I saw it was my daughter’s home therapist calling, I almost didn’t answer. Not because I don’t like her. I LOVE… Keep reading →

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