A long time ago I came to the realization that in order to be the kind of person I really wanted to be? It was going to be work. It wasn't going to come "Naturally". I was pretty happy with who I was "Naturally" but I just felt I needed, and wanted to be even better than that. What inspired this realization? Autism.

I could rant and rant about my experiences at the ER regarding the lack of knowledge Nurses, Technicians, and even Doctors have about Autism. Often I find myself feeling like, "Wait a minute, you have the PHD, the Education, I'm just a stay at home Mom currently, why do I feel like I know more about my son's MEDICAL condition than you do?"

No one told me how contagious Autism could be! I never knew I could become addicted to routines, and that they would make ME feel more at ease. I never knew that I would see a side of people that would make me want to react reclusive and anti-social.

nd with THAT he turned and grabbed L's face in the back of the cart and squeezed. For a moment I thought he had broken L's nose, P is exceptionally strong for his age. L is screaming, P is Screaming, I have removed L from the cart, People are staring in disbelief, and the cashier looks at me and says, "It's ok Mom, as they get older they grow out of this and become so much more helpful." And I simply stared at her and said, "Well he is Autistic so he is going to be a little b