Twelve years ago, I Livejournaled a cozy confessional–A Quiet Week in the House. My life, pregnancy, and motherhood were detailed with adorable nicknames and shoddy graphics.
My husband left the company he built for ten years.
Our son was diagnosed autistic.
My Dad was diagnosed autistic.
I was diagnosed autistic.
The cutesy nicknames felt disingenuous so I dumped them.
We will not shirk or deny our neurology because autism, Tourette’s, and other differences are not wrong or shameful! “Passing” as a typical person is not the goal of childhood or life in general.
Accepting other people, however, is.
Years have passed since I posted about my son’s journey. How could I be upfront about family neurology while respecting his privacy and agency?
Simple–involve Tyoma more!
At ten years old, Tyoma will co-author stories about him. He will control every article featuring him, including past articles. Nothing about him without him.
Our family stories reaffirm our place in the world.
Writing about experiences as an autistic adult, parent, and daughter amplifies the autistic voices in our family.
I hope our stories bring you joy and thoughtfulness. This site is about family, after all!
E.T.A.”Tyoma” and “T” are nicknames, but I really am Lori. Identifiers such as last name, location, schools, and people are obscured.