The Voice of Autism

Our autism journey

There is no picture, only the beautiful words from my five year old son, Owen.

His words sound like a forgotten melody that warms my heart.

He tells me a story as he falls asleep. I can tell he is reciting an episode of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He is going through one of the shows, interjecting other things as he follows through. My heart jumps for joy as I hear his coded words turn into the real words. I waited a long time to hear his voice. This is my reminder of how far we have come. This is my reminder to be thankful for every step. This is my reminder that autism is not going to win!

Autism wasn’t important to me, until autism was important to me.

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