1. Phantom limbs


    November 6, 2014 by whirlyjoy

    Even after I had consciously accepted that I would never hear Aida’s voice shaping anything other than low chirps and decibel-breaking shrieks, still I would dream vivid, lengthy, exhausting dreams, filled with the sound of Aida in speech.

  2. That autism groove

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    August 21, 2014 by whirlyjoy

    Aida came back home last week to sleep over (“at Mom’s house”) for the first time since her move to …
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  3. Giving Superwoman the boot


    April 6, 2014 by whirlyjoy

    We have no guarantee that our kids, of any stripe, will be drawn to the same things we are, or to anything that our limited imaginations can come up with for them.

  4. Working to pull the pieces together


    September 20, 2013 by whirlyjoy

    Baby ducks are bright yellow with chubby orange beaks, aren’t they?

  5. Shifting gears with a slippery clutch


    September 12, 2013 by whirlyjoy

    If this blog post is a bit disjointed, that suits the subject matter. Autism definitely puts a family and everyone in it out of joint.

  6. Summer Camp, part 2, or A Meander Through Holland


    July 31, 2013 by whirlyjoy

    Here’s what was surreal about waiting for our turn with the nurse at summer camp check-in this year: Aida was calm and composed and quiet. Oh, a few little stimmy moves here and there –

  7. Summer Camp, part 1, or, Getting from there to here

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    July 22, 2013 by whirlyjoy

    Aida was dubious at best when we left home for something called “camp” that she had no real concept to match up with – and as we drove further from the familiar urban landscape, her anxiety grew even greater than mine.