I’ve just returned from an intense 5 days in Chicago at the Autism One 2011 conference. Let me just say: it was amazing. I learned so much in the tremendous sessions and connected with many of the phenomenal speakers. I can hardly wait to report on some new insights gained at A1 over the coming months. But today, I'm excited to share something that caught me by surprise; a blessing that blossomed at home in my absence…
Since we’ve worked so hard over the past four years utilizing special diets, biomedical interventions and traditional therapies to help Ethan heal and develop, he has made some excellent progress. Knowing that he’s in a good place made it easier to leave him for 5 days for a big event like A1. But, as Ethan’s primary caregiver, he and I spend a great deal of time together. We’re both accustomed to "our time" and he thrives on many of our set weekly routines. (Like most kids on the Autism Spectrum, Ethan relies on routines to feel safe and confident in his varied environments.) Ethan and my husband, Greg, have a very close relationship, but they just don’t get a bunch of one-on-one time without me around – especially for 5 days at a time.
While I was in Chicago, Greg worked to fill Ethan’s days with some pretty fun outings and events. They went bowling, played arcade games and spent an entire afternoon/evening with my in-laws. And, they attended a Texas Rangers game together on Friday night and had an outstanding time. When I called Saturday morning to check in, Greg shared a story that brought me to tears in Chicago (and then made me laugh out loud). I’ll paraphrase their conversation while driving home late at night:
