
Every new season change, without fail, I find myself standing in the kitchen wondering what happened.
Anderson had been doing so well. We were in a rhythm. Things felt – dare I say it – manageable. And then a new season arrives, and it’s like someone quietly rearranged all the furniture inside my son while I wasn’t looking.
If you’re an autism parent right now and you’re thinking, why does everything feel harder again? – I want you to read this.
Because what you’re seeing is probably not a step back.






