My daughter is autism range, and we've really been on a journey together. For the longest time she had no words, then for quite allot longer she had no nouns. She first started calling me "Waterhorse" from the movie because I would take her on piggy back rides, even at age five, still doing it at age seven come to think of it. We did a wealth of early therapies, sound, motion, de sensitizing, equestrian. She's a smart, talented, funny, person and is my hero in so many ways. Running in the circles we do, i find her very different from the asperger's kids. But what the hell do i know? I'm really not focused on finding a cure for autism, or crafting societies proper response to it, im just trying to guide, mentor, and cherish a one little girl with a set of circumstances that some other people share that we call autism out of convienience. The label is use full to the extent any label is: not as a source really of understanding but a hook, to help collect the experineces of others with similar challenges, to see what theyve done to lead richer, fuller lives, and take a chance on that and see if it works for us.
In kinship