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No one warned me how hard it would be. → Read More
No one warned me how hard it would be. → Read More
Carrie Cariello lives in Southern New Hampshire with her husband, Joe, and their five children. She is the author of "What Color Is Monday? How Autism Changed One Family for the Better". She also writes a weekly blog at www.WhatColorIsMonday.com. → Read More
My son's autism is a fierce opponent. → Read More
Last week, we had my 11-year old son Jack’s check-up, and my stomach sank when the doctor quietly pointed out his higher-than-average body mass index (BMI) on his chart. You wouldn’t know this to look at him; he’s pretty tall for his age with the longest, skinniest legs in the world. But he’s solid, and like many kiddos on the autism spectrum, he has low muscle tone. “You don’t need to worry… → Read More
My husband and I have a good marriage. Some days, I would even call it a great marriage. You might say it’s a love story of sorts; I’ve known him for 19 years, and we’ve been married for almost 17. When we were both in school, we were so broke at one point we could barely afford to order pizza, and we lived in an apartment where you could hear the rats tumbling through the walls in the middle of… → Read More
Who should take the blame? → Read More
Last week my husband Joe and I took five red suitcases, four messy boys, and one pink girl on a Caribbean vacation. → Read More
Last week I was surfing the Internet and came across a headline proclaiming autism and circumcision are linked. I couldn’t help myself. I laughed out loud. → Read More
I am not a scientist. I am not smart enough for that. But I am a mother. And although I am not really smart enough for that either, I do know autism from that angle. I know the rigidity and the obsessiveness and the rage over having an aide in school... → Read More
It was a Sunday morning in late September -- the day after my birthday. I was fuzzily turning pancakes on the griddle while Jack perched at the counter flicking the top to the syrup open and closed and open and closed. Out of nowhere, he asked, "... → Read More
I thought; this is marriage. One day you're shopping for shoes at the outlets and just a few weeks later, the new shoes your husband reluctantly bought for himself will sit, discarded, in a room down the hall while someone else breathes for him. → Read More