The Beginning of our Autism Journey

The Beginning of Our Ausome Journey

Our autism journey began about three years ago when we were living in Atlanta. My husband was working a part-time job due to downsizing. I was on bed rest with Kristen and Jack was two-years-old.

I remember being in the car that April trying to figure out how we were going to pay our bills, while a radio spotlight on autism awareness played in the background. One of the moms interviewed spoke about her son who has ASD. She spoke so eloquently about the disorder and provided examples of some of the behaviors her son exhibited. I was touched by her love, compassion, and passion for building awareness for the disorder. As I totaled up the cost of groceries for the week and thought about which bills to pay and which to juggle for another month, I thought, in true southern form, ‘Bless her heart. Better her than me!’

Nine months later, I sat on the floor of a pediatric neurologist’s office holding Jack tightly as he screamed and thrashed in sheer panic of the world around him. For months, I had been trying to figure out his intense behaviors which presented shortly after that radio broadcast and increased in severity day by day until he could no longer function. He screamed all day. Rocked and banged his head incessantly. Recited books and scripts meticulously. He never slept. We felt mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted.

After an hour of assessment, the neurologist asked me what I believed was going on with my son. I remembered the woman on the radio and the shared behaviors that now made my son and hers brothers on a journey we did not plan.

I knew it was autism. And the doctor confirmed my belief.

Two months later, my husband got a job in Massachusetts and we moved up north. We did not know a soul, but we knew the services would change our son’s life. And they truly have.

In September of 2013, I started this blog to share our family’s journey with a child on the spectrum. Since that time it has grown to become a space dedicated to wonderfully made living for our family and yours.

Three years later, I realize there was a plan beyond my understanding unfolding. Three years later, I feel infinitely blessed.


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