I can’t remember if I’ve ever painted my son but I sketched one today for John. My son doesn’t talk much and what he does say is in a sort of code. So we use pictures for a lot, and usually I can decipher his meaning. We understand each other, most of the time. Often when he’s caught being naughty he blames a mysterious monster. Or as he says a mysterious mystery. I’ve never seen the dude myself so I remain skeptical. One time when I was totally fed up with him and yelled “why are you doing that?!” He started sobbing and said “I’m a monster!” And my heart just dropped. Just broke into a billion pieces. I was about to start sobbing myself when he started laughing hysterically. He crawled in my lap, 8 years old and too big really but he insists. And he still belly laughs…
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Autism Candles 