natashamrogers

I am a woman, a mom, a wife. I am a foster mom, an aunt and a runner. I love to read and I am learning to write. I am called a peacemaker.

"I write so that I might understand what I think" - various authors. Choose a topic about which you're not quite sure what you think. Perhaps it's something you've been thinking a lot about, or something you wish you understood better. Then write. Write until you uncover a pearl of lucidity.

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On the Spectrum

My daughter isn’t different than she was yesterday. She is my ethereal fairy girl with an amazing ability to organize and do puzzles.

She was that yesterday and she is that today.

I wasn’t going to tell her. I wasn’t going to tell anyone. It was going to be my secret.

But I keep seeing glimpses of the gift of autism. The beauty that is my daughter. And I want her to know who she is. I want her to understand the odd and incredible ways that she is in the world.

She hasn’t changed from yesterday because I was given this new word to understand my baby girl. But, now I can understand who she is today.

I am going to tell her.

I am going to say that all that testing showed us that you are brilliant, but we already knew that. With that much brilliance taking up your brain it makes it harder for you to understand people, do you feel that? Remember how you were asking me why you didn’t have friends? Now we know where to start.

Her autism is a gift. A high functioning gift of goodness and guilesness to her soul. My autistic daughter is a beautiful and strange girl that will struggle in her own way, along with everyone else.