What’s it like parenting an autistic son?

What’s it like parenting an autistic son?

It’s throwing spaghetti at the wall and see what’s sticks; experimenting with meds, dosages, time of day and hoping your living guinea pig won’t be adversely affected; it’s Friday nights leaving the boys unattended for a quick, 10 minute shower only to discover in that time they decided to “finger paint” the entire upstairs, dirty laundry, walls, furniture, and floors...

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Three things I’ve lost

1) A vintage brass Chinese lantern necklace from my Aunt living in Japan.
This necklace was one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, and I wore it from age 9 through 21 (when I lost it—maybe at a hotel—at my dear friend @alanafrihana’s awesome wedding). I do still have a photo of me wearing it, though, huddled close to three of my favorite people in the world: @jennakthom @dollydelong @alanafrihana ). We were “studying” at the Midnight oil and you can instantly tell how much I adore these ladies by the way my face is radiant with joy. It’s been a decade since I saw them last (at my wedding, actually) but I still love them and pray God gives them happy, full, joyous lives. All of us are mommas now, and, though we may not be roommates or study buddies any longer, we share that beautiful mutual thread of shepherding our little ones in obedience and love of God. Every time I think of that necklace I lost, I think of this photo and these friends, and God’s meta-narrative of grace and redemption.

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In the early folds of 2019

We Smiths know how to hustle. We know how to hurry to the car, speed through our chores, sprint after work for home group/soccer/basket ball/counseling, and slam into the weekend pushing 90 mph. We know how to scarf down a meal or transition from bath-teeth-brushing-bed in under ten minutes. We know running late, barely late, legitimately late, and insanely embarrassingly late. We know fast conversations, hasty kisses, blur-typed texts, and early morning panic. We’re a family of off-road short cuts, rigged/ducktaped hacks, almost rights, and scattered haircuts, oil changes, and birthday cards that almost feel a few months early they’re so late.

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The Smith FamilyJenny Smith
The Perk - Masculine / Modern Web Design

The Perk Downtown is literally one of my favorite places on the planet. Not only do they offer exquisite roasts—locally sourced—but they sit in the middle of breathtaking Colorado Springs, CO. Better still, they are the original crafters of the Buzzer—a magical concoction of cold-brew coffee, chocolate syrup, and cream. It was a dream working on this website re-design!

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DesignJenny Smith
A single persona across all platforms

[We, the users, expect] brands and content providers to explore how their content is consumed across various devices (i.e. smartphone, tablet, smart TV, in-airplane entertainment system, audio assistants, and beyond) in an ever-growing list of contexts. Even with TV media, users are simultaneously using smartphones. It’s rich, dynamic, visually-driven content that can engage the user and keep their attention, specifically when it’s written at the appropriate length and loads properly on the device at hand. - Julie Blitzer, from “10 Insights on the state of visual storytelling in 2019

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US vs. THEM

Not that there are a lot of clean records in the Justice Center. Most of the defendants, many of the victims, too, have had some prior entanglement with the law. And even if it's small stuff—marijuana possession or trespassing—you get the stink on you, or what I've come to think of as the stink. You get a whiff of bad citizenry about you. An odor that causes the presumption of innocence to shrivel.

[ . . .]

Punishment is relative. What it takes to teach you a lesson depends on what you're used to. But there was a more disturbing implication as well. One that prows this courthouse and throughout our criminal justice system. That we are not like them. The ones we arrest and punish, the ones with the stink, they're slightly different species, with senses dulled and toughened. They don't feel pain or sorrow or joy or freedom or the loss of freedom the same way you or I would.

— Serial, S. 3, E. 1: A bar fight walks into a justice center

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