Entries by Morénike

Screw your IQ test; you will NOT limit my son

I want to introduce you to my son. Five feet seven inches with dark chocolate skin, even darker eyes, and the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t say a whole lot, but when he has something to say you can tell he has carefully chosen his words. He feels deeply; he’s the child who, […]

Time After Time

There’s a good-natured running joke in my family about me and my odd relationship between punctuality and lateness. They laugh that since I was born a little bit early, I’ve been making up for it ever since by running late. It’s funny because there’s truth in it. As an autistic woman with time agnosia, I […]

Don’t you DARE call my Autistic son a “sissy”

(This post is the second in a three part installment. The first part appears here.) “Don’t you DARE call my Autistic son a “sissy!” These are the words that I wish I had uttered a few days ago. It was a sunny, beautiful Saturday afternoon – made even more beautiful by the fact that it was […]

Child of Mine

Child of mine, I see you. I see you. How much you love and accept your neurodivergent family members – without conditions. How you flap along with your younger siblings even though flapping doesn’t come naturally to you, because you want to share in their joy. How you willingly partake in scripts because you know […]