Well. Here goes, I guess. Hope you’re ready for an avalanche of spelling & grammar errors, cursing, as well as likely offensive opinions. I’ve been told now by several different people that I should do a blog about life with Zayden. My 15 year old son with severe non-verbal autism.
Why would I do a blog? No one is going to care about the day to day life of a single dad with an autistic son. I already have a Facebook. I’ve never even read a blog. How the hell am I going to write one? I’ll pass. Many comments, having read many books by parents of children with autism, a general case of boredom, and a therapist recommendation later, here we are.
There was a warning in there for you. I do not know how to do this. So if you keep reading, you have no one to blame but yourself.
Zayden is my 15 year old son. He is the younger of my two kids. He was diagnosed when he was 2. My then wife had kept making comments about his progress. She got to comparing baby books. I didn’t want to hear anything negative. “Boys just don’t advance as fast as girls, right?” But she persisted. She always did. I don’t remember the day, or any of the details when he was diagnosed. I just remember being pissed off. Autism wasn’t anything I was familiar with. I don’t know if I’d ever even said the word before. I knew absolutely zero. But I’d seen Rain Man. It’s probably just like that? In a hundred year I couldn’t imagine how wrong I was.
So, whether you’re here to learn what my life is all about, just here to learn about a child with autism, or you stumbled in here on accident and decided to just see what the hell happens…… I ask that you bare with me. I have a tendency to ramble on. Also this blog is probably more for my own benefit than anything else. I was told writing things out like this would be therapeutic for me. We’ll see.
Autism with Parmesan 