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Saturday, February 6, 2016

Where has HAS gone?

Lately instead of reading a story before bedtime, Mason likes to pick out a book and look for words he recognizes.

It is pretty fun- he will find words that he knows or try to sound out words that he doesn't know. I love that he is choosing to do this-he has always been fascinated with letters so it is not surprising to me.

A few days ago, he picked out a Thomas the Train book. Instead of opening the book and begin his search for words he knew, he handed me the book.

 "Find 'has' "

Ok. So he wanted me to find the word "has".

I have no idea why, but whatever.

I began to look through the book.

The book I think would be advanced for a 4 year old to read-it has pictures but lots of long paragraphs. It is not a LONG book, but it was kind of annoying to skim through it looking for a specific word.

"Mommy where is 'has' "?

"I am looking Mason"

Ummmm WTF.

In this whole stupid book, the word "has" is not written once.

Mason was just staring at me, waiting for me to find it.

"Mason, Mommy cannot find 'has.' I don't think it is in this book".

Now I don't know how this could possibly even be true but I almost got the feeling he KNEW the word "has" was not in this stupid book.

He was literally looking at me like "Mmm hmmm Mommy. You find that word"

Had. His. They were there.

No "has".

He started to get a little frustrated and ended up throwing the Thomas book across the room.

We picked out another book- Planes (the Disney movie)

"I want to see has! I want to see has! Please Mommy?"

I again looked through the book.

Ok like what in the serious hell?!?!?!

"Has" is not in this book either.

"Has", IMO, is a pretty common word...right?

I couldn't believe in 2 books, I could not find this stupid word.

Again I looked at Mason and he was looking at me like he was "in" on the joke...staring at me, daring me to find the word "has".

"Mason, 'has' is not in this book, either.

He was very disappointed.

Since that night, he picks out these two books to "find words."

He always starts out asking me to look for "has."

I wish I could somehow peak into his little brain and figure all of this out. When he asks me to find "has",  he has a glimmer in his eye-like he cannot wait for me to tell him it is not in either book.

When I tell him it is not there, he looks at me knowingly.

"We will look again next time, Mommy"

Maybe this is a game to him. I actually have no idea. But it is really hilarious and cracks me up.

"Ok Mason" I always say, and with that, has is forgotten....until tomorrow.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Apparently I am Still Learning...

I was going back and forth about writing what I am about to write about because to be honest, I don't know how it is going to sound. I think a lot of people reading really won't understand my thoughts because...I actually do not understand them either.

This weekend, for the first time ever in my life, I looked at my son and thought to myself "Does he really have autism?"

I immediately felt guilty for having that thought. Every autistic person is different and if you have met one person with autism, you have met one person with autism.

But...everything I KNOW about autism...this weekend I could not see it.

Mason has joint attention. He shows shared enjoyment. He does silly things and yells "Look at me mommy!!"

He no longer stims by spinning objects and he no longer lines up toys. He actually used to have a lot of stims come and go but lately I just don't see any. I am sure there will be some present in the future again.

The kid is totally potty trained.

The repetitive behaviors have diminished too. He is still a bit repetitive, but it is not like it was between the ages of 2-4 when he would drive me crazy needing all the ceiling fans and lights on as soon as he woke up, repeating the alphabet over and over and over, saying the same phrases over and over and over, making the same movements and noises over and over.

The frustration of having to use "therapy techniques" at 6 am for communication. I am just a person I am not a dang therapist!

I remember I used to think to myself there was nothing spontaneous about Mason's personality. I didn't mean it in a bad way-it didn't bother me at all. It was just something I noticed about him. I could put him in any room and tell the person next to me what movement he would make, what sound he would make, what object he would gravitate to.

That is no longer true.

He went to a friends house on Saturday, and he just looked to me like a neurotypical kid playing with a friend.

They played tag, hide and seek, the kept "telling" on each other.

They wrestled on the floor together. They would be bad on purpose and then look at their parents with little smirks on their face to get reactions.

Every time I watched Mason with his friend, I became confused.

Aren't autistic kids not supposed to do these things?

I know that is making me sound stupid and ignorant, but i just couldn't help think it and be confused.

 I felt SO GUILTY.

Like...why was my first thought "Is he really autistic?" just because he was having fun with a friend?

Autistic people have friends. They have fun. They aren't dark lost souls. I know this very well and I always try to educate this part of autism to friends and family and anyone who will listen.

But I just kept watching it. And I just kept THINKING it.

I don't see it, I don't see it.

I felt like I was one of those annoying people who say to me "he doesn't look autistic" or "are you sure he is autistic?"

I HATE when people say that to me-it makes me feel like they think I am lying or I made it up.

But I was doing the same thing to myself.


Other than very early on during this whole journey, I have never wanted to "cure" Mason, and I have not tried to make him neurotypical.

His therapy goals have never included eliminating autistic behaviors such as stimming and hand flapping.

The goal of therapy has always been to give Mason tools he would need to survive in life if anything ever happened to his dad and/or myself. I want him to be able to live on his own and have a job. To be able to drive himself to the store. Go to the bank and open his own bank account. Go food shopping.

That is what I want for him. I want to know he will be ok when I am gone.

I have never focused on making him "un autistic".

So, my feelings yesterday were very conflicted.

He doesn't look autistic.

It was punching me in the head over and over. And then I wanted to punch myself for thinking it.

I pulled out his diagnostic reports from 2 and 3 years ago.

I read comments that used to make my brain hurt.

He was first evaluated by Early Intervention in July 2012.

He saw a Neuropsychologist in December of 2012

He saw a Neurologist in November of 2013

They all said the same thing. Developmental Delays in social, cognitive and language.

Everything was 1st percentile, 2nd percentile. He was almost a year behind developmentally. None of his development was better than "below average"-in every category he was "below average" or "delayed",

One comment that has always particularly stood out for me was made by the Neurologist.

"Diagnostically, Mason displays exhibits a (static) Encephalopathy manifesting as a mild autism spectrum disorder"

When I read that, it was like he was DOOMED or something. And I still don't even really understand it.

He was evaluated by the public school in Jan of 2014

"As a result of this eligibility meeting, it was determined that Mason meats the eligibility criteria for special education and related services according to the following disability category: 'Preschool Child with a Disability' "

Preschool Child With A Disability.

That was the label given to him when he was about to turn 3.

Do you have any idea what it is like to SEE that on a huge white board in a room full of strangers?

It is horrible. And the worst part was...I was expecting the scores. I was expecting a label. He already had his medical diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Like how many times can I get punched in the stomach?

Anyway...THIS is what I have heard his whole life.

THESE are the things professionals have told me about him.

And I could SEE it. I could SEE what they were talking about. And when I saw it,  my mind went into a million different directions.

His whole life I have been scared.

But lately I don't see it.

Don't get me wrong he still has developmental delays that will need to be addressed-he is not "cured" and I don't want him to be cured.

So what is autism?

Wikipedia tells me: Autism is a neurodevelopmental disorder characterized by impaired social interactionverbal and non-verbal communication, and restricted and repetitive behavior. Parents usually notice signs in the first two years of their child's life.[2] These signs often develop gradually, though some children with autism reach their developmental milestones at a normal pace and then regress.[3] The diagnostic criteria require that symptoms become apparent in early childhood, typically before age three

Ok-that describes Mason.

I just didn't see it this weekend.

My brain is very confused.

Do I let myself enjoy these times? Do I let my guard down? Do I dare think this is all going to turn out ok,.. or am I just setting myself up for total devastation?

How, after 4 years of turmoil, do I make my brain automatically switch to happy?

Why am I wondering if my kid really is autistic when I know he is? Why am I even going there?

I know people are probably reading this and wondering "Why the fuck isn't she just happy?"

Mason is turning 5 and I feel like his whole life I have been so lost emotionally.

I know he is autistic. This is just another learning experience for me.

I was enjoying myself. I was enjoying seeing him so playful and full of laughter.

I can be happy. I don't have to always worry about his future 24 hours a day if things are positive.

Happy parents and autism can go hand in hand. I don't HAVE to worry if there is nothing to worry about at the time.

Autism doesn't have to be doom and gloom. It doesn't. It isn't.

It is ok if I am not scared.

So...I guess I won't be.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Just Get it Done, Man

I would say a year and a half ago I really could not guess as to where Mason was on the autism spectrum. When he was about to turn 3, he was evaluated by the public school district and scored delayed in most areas of development. This result was the same as when he was evaluated at 21 months at his autism screening, and same as when he was evaluated by early intervention when he was 17 months.

Now I just want to take the time to explain what "delay" means because...well...I actually didn't know when all of this first started.

A child can be "below average" but that is not considered a delay. When a child is referred to as "delayed" that means they are below "below average".

"Below average" doesn't get you early intervention. "Delayed" does. you can see, having a delay in an area of development doesn't simply mean they are a bit behind. It is pretty serious. I don't actually know where I am going with this other than so many times, people have said to me "Oh, he is just delayed". DELAY IS BAD PEOPLE!!!

He had a cognitive delay and a delay in self help skills. That scared the crap out of me even more than his language (receptive and expressive) delay (which was at a 9 month level at 21 months).

I am no expert, but I am starting to think the cognitive delay was because he was in the negative percentile for language skills.

How could he show problem solving/thinking skills if he had no verbal or non verbal communication?

Mason is REALLY smart. He knew all of his uppercase and lowercase letters before he was 2-no one taught him. He could say the alphabet phonetically as well as backwards when he was 2.5. But he couldn't speak a sentence. Again, no one taught him.

He randomly counted to 100 one time when he was with me. His teachers at school thought he could only could to 31 lol.

He understood math and the concept of numbers-it was not just rote memorization. He could count 3 objects and knew if you put two more objects next to them, it would create 5.

So knowing all of this when he was 3, I just couldn't really believe that he actually did have a cognitive delay.

So anyway-I don't know how I feel about these tests. When Mason was 3 the tests were indicating that he could  not problem solve or think...and I was bugging the fuck out about it.

He is about t turn 5 and I would LOVE to see what his score is now. We didn't "train" him or any shit like that-he just developed communication skills and is now able to show us all what he is capable of.

He will continue to go to his Special Needs private school for Kindergarten-he really still needs his own personal aide and there is now way the public school would ever approve that type of 1:1 environment for him.

I remember when he was 21 months old and I first was told he was autistic. The Neuropsychologist said to me "He will most likely be mainstreamed in a regular kindergarten"

I seriously clung to that shit like it job. (I was totally going to make an inappropriate joke here but decided not to)

I wanted him in a regular kindergarten class. I I I Me Me Me.

It is 3 years later and I am totally happy keeping him in his special needs program. He will be integrated into a regular kindergarten class for some of the day (same as he is now in pre-k), but he NEEDS the 1:1 aide, he needs the therapy, he still needs to develop listening/coping/communication skills that are on par with his peers.

I feel like there is still so much more to do before I just send him off to public school. t I think with one more year under his belt at his current school,  he will really be in great shape for 1st grade.

I am so thankful his school goes to kindergarten, I actually wish he could go there forever.

Not sure really what I am trying to post here other than I just think it is very important to acknowledge a child's needs before what the parents wishes aret-whether it is admitting they are delayed to accepting that they are in a special needs program.

Too many people don't want to admit their child needs help and it is pretty sad.

And I just want to add that I am not patting myself on the back. I want to  advocate for these kids.

If there is an issue, it will always be there.

Don't be dumb about it.

I am thankful that I have no regrets and to anyone who is reading that is on the fence...just get it done, man.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

3 years later...

I just wanted to post a quick update. It has been 3 years since Mason was diagnosed on the autism spectrum, and I can say his progress is more than I could have ever hoped for.

When he was first diagnosed, all I thought about was a "cure". It drove me crazy. All I thought about was getting the most therapy possible in the "window" of opportunity before I ran out of time. It turned me into a crazy mad woman.

It took me about 2 years to figure out that he doesn't need to be cured-he just needs my help. And that is what I do.

Mason is autistic and he always will be. And I love him for who he is. He is super quirky, funny, smart, loving and a joy to be around.

He makes everyone in the room smile.

Because of early intervention, he is thriving.

He talks...we can have little conversations. He is starting to tell me about his day at school.

He has lots of interests-Star Wars is the big thing now.

He is FUNNY. He has his own little personality.

We just started potty training and he is doing GREAT!!! I have not changed a diaper in over a week. He needed to do it in his own time.

He can read, he can count to 100-and it is not rote either. He understands the concepts of counting and adding.

This year as he approached 5 (he will be 5 in March) he began to understand the concept of holidays and birthdays.

Christmas went better than I could have imagined- he was so excited for Santa and so excited to open gifts. (I will blog about it later-it was great!!!)

He likes to sing and listen to music-John Mayer is his favorite artist. (That shit has nothing to do with me)

He likes to turn on fans and lights, Sometimes he repeats phrases over and over. He is a bit socially awkward. He flaps his arms when he is excited, and he spins objects when he is tired.

He thrives on routine. Sometimes he needs visual schedules,

Everything that I have mentioned is what makes me love him so much.

Mason is autistic but it doesn't make him "less than,"

It just makes him...Mason.

Every child is different. Every child is on a different place on the spectrum-same as neurotypical kids on the neurotypicalspectrum.

This is my little boy. I am so proud of him!

Christmas Eve

Sunday, November 1, 2015

In Whoville, they say...

By the time Mason turned 4, I had accepted the fact that he probably would never really understand holidays and birthday parties. Maybe it was a defense mechanism. I was scared to believe it could happen, because if he never did, I just didn't want to feel the blow.

Every holiday and birthday party (his own or another kids party) I would have pep talks with myself.

It is ok if he doesn't understand or it is too overstimulating. He is having fun in his own way.

His own way being that he would leave the room and not interact with anyone. It was like things were happening around him and he didn't see.

I tried very hard to make it all about him and not me.

I would ask myself... why does this upset me? He is not upset. He is getting upset when I try to put him in an environment that is too much for him.

Last Halloween was such a disaster,  you can read about it here, that this year I had pretty much given up on anything regarding the day.

The Halloween party at school was the same as last year. Mason was miserable. He clung to me. We made it easier for him by letting him hand out candy instead of doing trunk or treat, and when the class went up to sing the Halloween song for their parents, I was by his side. He didn't participate and just looked away. I tried to have pep talks again with myself but the honest truth is i was heartbroken for him.

Halloween is supposed to be fun. I just couldn't figure out why a day that is supposed to be fun was just filled with anxiety. It is not that I was mad at him...I just felt horrible.

Halloween eve started the same as last year too. Mason screaming "No Halloween!!" Holding his ears, holding his head, tears streaming down his face. And I had not even asked anything of him-just asked him if he wanted to put on his costume. Then a toy he was plaything with ran out of batteries and at that point it was so bad, I gave up. I laid him down on my bed and let him play games on my phone to calm down.

His cousin came over about an hour later and Mason was so excited to see him. And then I have no idea how this even happened, but his uncle asked him if he wanted to go trick or treating and put on his costume. Mason looked very nervous and at first said no and started to cry.

All of a sudden, he put on his costume. And he yelled "CANDY!!!"

And off we went.

The kid totally "got" Halloween. He went door to door saying "trick or treat" and after every house he would say "Excuse me. Was that fun? I had fun!"

We only went to a few houses but Mason had a blast. He doesn't like candy so when we got home, he just tried to feed it to me.

I swear I have not been this happy in months. I felt like the Grinch when his heart grows 3 times. Every time he went up to a house and said "trick or treat" and then "thank you" I just felt my heart get bigger. He even started shaking people's hands after they passed out candy.

The teachers at his school don't refer to him as "The mayor" for nothing.

All and all it was a success. And the lesson I learned is to not doubt this kid.

He can do anything.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Stereotype Shmereotype

I have been on a pretty emotional roller coaster these past 2 months as far as my personal life, so blogging has been on the back burner.  I am just like...can the emotional roller coasters of life please stop? Things get good, then something else happens and I am back on the ride, Blah. Getting so tired of this.

Anywhoo...besides just trying to get thorough some tough times non child related...Mason is surprising me every day.

Don't get me wrong-there are struggles.

He is 4.5 and not potty trained yet. That is really REALLY hard.

Where the heck do you change an almost 5 year old?

I am a small person and I am very nervous about this going on much longer.

For me, other than worrying about not being big and strong enough to handle changing Mason as he gets bigger and older, I am pretty patient with this whole process. is scary all the same.

Most of my anxiety comes from being worried about what other people are thinking about Mason. Not people that know him, of course. But people on the outside not knowing what is really going on.

He is still in a diaper, and kids his age (and even younger!) ask why he is in a diaper. I understand they are not being rude-I are kids.

It is just really starting to become a draining conversation.

Also the other day at the grocery store the cashier asked me how old my baby was when I was buying diapers. I just looked at her  with dead eyes and said "Four and a half."

Enter awkward silence.

I am TRYING to get his kid potty trained-but that is a post for another day.

I am 100% sure it is not related to a developmental delay.

Autistic people have a very hard time with transitions and I know that is what is happening with Mason. I mean good lord the other day we actually ARGUED about him using the potty.

Noooo Mommmyyyyyy. Want a diiiaaaaappppeeerrrr. Nooooo Poootttttyyyyyy!!!!!

And then yesterday he knowingly told me big boys use diapers and babies go in the potty.

There are other struggles.

His diet is crap. He eats nothing.

We are on a waiting list to begin feeding therapy at an outpatient facility.

Maybe I will get into that in another blog but Mason's lack of eating habits keep me up at night for sure.

He needs a lot of support for a child who is 4.5. TONS of redirecting. He doesn't sit still AT ALL.

There are other issues we are dealing with but I do want to talk about the positive.

There are so many stereotypes and misconceptions of autism.

One of them is that autistic people are in "their own world."

I guess I can say this was true when Mason was younger.

Now...he just isn't like that. He is still very much autistic. You can see how his peers are different than him.

But I guess what I want to say is autism isn't the doom and gloom I thought it was 3 years ago.

It is challenging that is for sure.

There is a side of autism that I don't think people know about

There is the side that...maybe isn't surprising...but can leave a smile on your face

And then there is the side...that probably no one knows about-autistic kids take selfies with their mom.

Take that stereotypes!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

A Bunch of Random Stuff

So I have not written in a while but noticed by blog was getting a lot of hits lately so I decided I should post about what has been going on.

Mason is doing GREAT!!!!! He is such a clever kid...he is very very smart and I have a few funny stories I want to share.

When Mason was first evaluated by Early Intervention in 2012, his scores had indicated a severe communication delay which obviously scared the crap out of me.

He was evaluated using the Battelle Developmental Inventory 2nd Edition. A score of 100 is considered "average". 89-80 is considered "below average" 79 and below is a delay. So...obviously the lower the score, the more delayed the child is.

69 and below is a severe delay

When Mason was first evaluated  he scored a 59 in communication, and a 77 in cognition.

Cue Mom crying in her pillow.

I knew Mason was smart-he could identify all of the letters of the alphabet upper case and lower case before his 2nd birthday.

I also knew he was delayed in language-he was one and a half and did not have a single word and was not using gestures to communicate. But the score of 59 just seemed really...low...and scary.

The cognitive delay really blew me away though.

I remember just looking at the scores.

He is intellectually delayed? I mean yes he was 2 points from being "below average" but again who wants their kid to be "below average" in intellect?

THAT had never crossed my mind.

As time went on, we have had this evaluation done a few more times. Thanks to early intervention, his communication scores have gone up.

In July of 2013, one year after his first eval, he scored a 61 in communication, and then a year later when he was aging out of early intervention at age 3, he scored a 69.

Interestingly, his cognitive score has stayed around a 78 every time and I really just don't get it. I mean, it is good it is staying the same because that means it is not getting worse as he gets older. But I still cannot get over that  he is considered intellectually delayed.

I do wonder if it has to do with his delay in communication-like he cannot communicate all that he knows.

Reading the scores is like a punch in the gut but at the end of the day, I know he needs the help and that is what I need to focus on-not the scores.

Mason can count to 100. He can count by 10's. He can say the alphabet backwards. He can read. And as I said previously,  he is very very clever.

These are the funny stories I wanted to share:

"Mason clean up your toys"




"Y-E-S" (I spelled out the word yes.)

Mason looked at me.

"Y-E-S. It spells NO"

I seriously laughed out loud when he said that back to me! What a bugger! He looked at me all serious too when he said it. I could see it in his face.

I am not cleaning these toys, lady.

Because I laughed, he now unfortunately says "Yes spells no" when I tell him he has to do something.

I pretend to not think it is funny but inside I just want to give him a big hug every time he says it!

Another funny story

Mason has this thing lately where he wants my phone ALL.THE TIME. It is driving me up a wall. I typically don't like giving him my phone and will use it as a last resort.

A few weeks ago, he watched me put in my pass code to unlock the phone-I had never showed him what it was before.

I really didn't think anything of it as he watched me put it in.

Later that day, he yelled from my room

"Mommy! I did it!"

"What did you do Mason?"

He walked out with my phone and it was unlocked

"9 9 2 6" (my pass code)

I just laughed and laughed. And now he knows my pass code and I cannot bear to change it because every time he puts it in, his face is priceless.

Yeah that is right mommy. I know the pass code.

Anyway the other morning, he woke up and immediately went for my phone. I of course did not want him playing video games first thing in the morning so I took my phone from him and hit it under my pillow.

He was MAD. Like...super mad. When he gets really mad at me, he tells me to go to the store and so for the next 5 minutes, he just cried and was yelling at me to go to the store.

Then suddenly, he stopped.

He made the most pathetic face I have ever seen.

"Mommy. I NEED Cheerios. PLEASE"

He seriously started acting like I never fed him.

I got out of bed and without him noticing, grabbed my phone.

Mason watched me-he didn't take his eyes off me.

I pretended to leave the room and as soon as I did, he went straight for my pillow. He looked under it.

No phone.

"NO MOMMY'S PHONE!!!" he shouted. He crossed his arms and stomped his foot which I actually found hilarious- his plot has been foiled!

My point with this whole story is this-he was able to come up with a plan to have me leave the room so he could get what he wanted. His brain is always thinking. He can come up with ways to problem solve. He comes up with creative answers.

Oh and I forgot the best one-he pretended to be sick 2 days in a row to get out of going to school. he actually did a GREAT job-he clutched his stomach and laid lethargically on the sofa. I even took him to the doctor because I was becoming very concerned.

On the third day, he started limping. WTF. So now he is walking around clutching his stomach and limping. I was nervous, but it was all just becoming a bit dramatic

I decided to see once and for all if this was real. I told him he could stay home from school. He still behaved the same.

I needed to do something more so I invited his 3 year old cousin over to play.

Well wouldn't you know-the limp was gone and so was his stomach ache. He jumped on his bed, ran around, and laughed.


And as soon as his cousin left, the limp was back!

Anyway-I realize I am babbling but my point is that Mason is a smart and clever kid  no matter what those dumb test scores indicate!

His next evaluation will be when he enters kindergarten which is next year and I am really interested to see how he has progressed.

I don't even know what the point of writing all of this is other than to say I think my child is brilliant.

On to some more exciting news-


Thank friggin God!

Mason has been finding all of these explicit Angry Birds videos to watch on youtube. I tried clearing my history, I put the filter they have on. But nothing stopped these vidoes from popping up.

I would be cleaning my room or something and hear "Watch out you little bitches!! I am going to fucking kill you!!"

Umm WTF???? Seriously who has time to make these videos and put them on youtube?

And actually...that goes for ALL youtube videos.

Mason LOVES watching this particular video on you tube...he calls it "Doggie Dancin"

Christmas Dog Sings Shout

Cute right?

Well search You Tube for "Christmas Dog Sings Shout" and see how many videos come up.

There are like MILLIONS of people who have this dumb dog that put a video of it on You Tube.



Like who has time to do this stuff? I literally was like flabbergasted at all of these singing Christmas dog videos.

While we are on the subject of what Mason likes to watch on You is another one he watches all the time

Banners and Airplanes

He loves to create banners and airplanes too

And another video he likes to watch

Disney Collector Glitter Gliders

Here are Mason's Glitter Gliders. He loves them and likes to tell me they glide.

He also has regular Magic Clip (that do not glide) dolls and they always are put in the exact same order that you see below. If they are in any other order, Mason will walk over and rearrange them back to this order.

And since this blog post is just randomly about nothing, here is a video of him during ABA therapy working on conversational language.


When Mason turned 4 he still had no conversational language skills and all of his language was just wants and needs. For example if I asked him what he did at school, he could not answer without major prompting from me. So this is pretty exciting! He now is starting conversations with me without being prompted.

"Look mommy I see an airplane!"

And we will talk about the airplane together.

No one will ever be able to convince me that getting Mason early intervention did not play a role in where he is today.

I know Mason will always be on the autism spectrum. Thoughts of a cure are long gone-you cannot cure a part of who someone is. But...I will continue to push through and set up up as best I can for a successful life.

                                                  Wearing new glasses