Autism is Beautiful
Last year, shortly after learning that Little Bean had autism, I wrote a post about grief. I wrote about how I had met a friend for coffee whose daughter also has autism, and about the stark contrast between her and I, between her child and mine. No, her child wasn't necessarily more high functioning, and no this friend didn't have access to better services than Little Bean did at the time.
What she had that I didn't have was something else altogether.
And much more.
She was okay.
A year and a half ago, I never thought I'd be okay again.
Hop on over to Angela's blog to read the rest of my story.