My son is about to be evaluated for a speech delay and I’ve never felt so alone.
Sure, we have a color-coded family calendar hanging in our kitchen… but the events I most wish I could schedule remain maddeningly unpredictable.
My son has just been diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). I haven’t the faintest idea what I’m supposed to do next.
One of the hardest lessons for my teens is that, sometimes, there are some things more important than being right.
The dance of special education gets a lot more complicated as kids hit the teen years; the challenge is to balance support with increased responsibility.
When you’re parenting kids with special needs, finding another family who gets it is invaluable, for both kids and parents.
When back-to-school means different things for different teens in the same family, the name of the game is making sure that everyone gets what they need.
A disorganized teen can make for an unhappy family, but with a few good coping strategies, everyone ends up happier and more productive.
Team youth sports are a fantastic way to nurture multiple avenues of personal growth in your kids, but what about when your teen isn’t into them? Relax, it’s okay.
When your teen (who is on the autism spectrum) is still a poor sport, game time can be tricky. Sometimes there’s a pleasant surprise in store, though.
I have a special-needs child and a typically-developing toddler. Do I dare risk playing the genetic lottery again?
My neurotypical teenager has had a cellphone for years; deciding to get a cellphone for my autistic teenager was a very different proposition.
I never thought I’d homeschool my kid, but somehow this is where we ended up. Spoiler: We both kind of love it.
Can a “cooperative kid” be made of a troubled teen? With a lot of parental changes (and tongue-biting), signs point to yes.
You know the old adage, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? Well, sometimes it does. Andrew Solomon explores in his new book what happens in families when the apple doesn’t just fall from the tree, it rolls far, far away.
My prenatal testing has revealed a very high likelihood that my baby has Down Syndrome, but I won’t find out for sure for a couple more weeks. How do I keep from driving myself crazy in the meantime?
I’m worried something isn’t quite “right” with my daughter, but her school keeps finding excuses for not evaluating our concerns. Where do I turn for help?
At what point — when special education and speech therapy and other services are the norm in your child’s life — do you explain to them that they’re different? And how?
So, it’s a disorder. Things are not ordered correctly. Not normal. I hate the word.
How to prepare yourself for another ride on the Early Intervention roller coaster.