My 8yo daughter with HF ASD muses about irony in life
For the first time, Frances is going to a day camp that isn’t operated by people that she knows. It’s a big change, but it’s not as big as it could have been–she is also attending with two of her cousins with whom she is very close. On the first day, there were noContinue reading “Ad naturam “
Recently, a fellow blogger wrote about being the parent of the only child who is crying and screaming at the pool during lessons. It couldn’t have hit any closer to home! When she was three, I signed Frances up at the local community centre for swimming lessons. From the moment she got there, she wouldContinue reading “At the pool”
This fountain is one of Frances’s favourite summer destinations.
Recently, a fellow blogger posted a picture of his son on the beach, and I realized two things: (1) I don’t write about the beach, and (2) we don’t visit the beach very often. When she was barely two years, Frances’s first excursion to the beach was uncomfortable: she cried whenever her feet touchedContinue reading “The Beach”
I do not know if there is a connection between autism and water, if a possible connection is merely speculation or if based on data drawn from a study*, but, to me, there does seem to be. I do know that Frances’s fascination with water can be frightening at times. If there is waterContinue reading “Questions, questions…”