According to the Autism Society’s website, National Autism Awareness Month has been observed by the Society since the 1970’s.
I don’t think I ever heard of it prior to the past few months.
So, I’m planning to spend the next thirty days first increasing my own awareness of autism. While I do this, I’m hoping that my friends on Facebook who happen to click-through the link to my blog postings or the people who come across my blog based on its tags will also learn more about autism.
And they called it monkey love
I have a vested interest. My son was recently screened (read about that here and here) and then diagnosed (read about that here) with autism spectrum disorder. I owe it to him to understand as much as I can about autism. And since the CDC recently reported that autism is even more prevalent, it means that it is important for everyone to become more aware and increase their understanding of this disorder. Because you are going to meet or already know someone with autism or whose life is effected by the disorder.
In motion
But, as one quote goes, if you have met one person with autism, you have met one person with autism. And this is the story of my son. So, I’m not going to get on a soapbox or write as if I know it all. This story is personal, and I’m going to tell it the only way I know how-through my experiences with my son. That’s why I’ll still post photos about my son so that I can look back and remember how we spent April 1, 2012.
No foolin'- we love the park
that cynking feeling 
I just wanted let you know you brought tears to my eyes when I read this. I , like you, hope that some of my friends and family take a moment to stop bylearn have a glimpse at our journey. I feel like I’m on such a steep learning curve that it’s nice to share and celebrate successes no matter how small because heaven knows how much time and effort has gone in to take each step.
Bravo:)
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I’m feeling really ambitious at this point. I’ve learned so much over the past few months, I know that I could easily write something every day this month.
Then the realist in me remembers that I have a little guy to take care of. The one that all this is for.
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