Long before we had an official diagnosis, I was already searching for answers. There was something in my son’s silence that felt louder than words. I couldn’t wait passively. I needed to understand what was happening beneath the surface. So I did what any desperate, determined mother would do I started educating myself. I signed... Continue Reading →

I didn’t become a different woman when I had kids. But I did become a woman with two hearts. One that beats to the rhythm of a child who thrives in routine, clear logic, and loud laughs. And one that dances to the quiet chaos of stims, meltdowns, and moments of piercing silence. No book,... Continue Reading →