This post is a hard one to write. It may not be very popular. But, just like I felt I should write about how weary I was two years ago, I think I should write this because I’m probably not the only one who feels this way. I do not intend to offend anyone, just share a glimpse into my world.
A puzzle piece is the autism symbol. It’s meant to represent the conundrum that is autism.
I have my own autism puzzle piece, and it’s not my son.
