This is a great title for a blog post, isn’t it? Great title.
Great. Good stuff, right here. I just wish I knew what else to write after such a great title.
This label thing can be so confusing. Don’t get me wrong—I love that my 11-year old son, Jack, is labeled. This is a good thing. It gets him services and helps me decode his mysterious behavior a little and, although the sting of having an identified child never quite disappears, the label helps me focus. It helps me move forward.
People ask me a lot if he has Asperger’s Syndrome or Autism, if he’s Pervasive-Development Disorder, or maybe just plain old quirky. I always shake my head and purse my lips so I look really important. Then I say, “Well, we just call it autism!” as if that’s a logical answer.
And to be honest, I’m not…
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