I didn’t write this book as an expert. I wrote it as a mother whose world was shaken by autism.
I know what it feels like to sit at the kitchen table with cold coffee, wondering if anyone else understands. I know the sting of judgmental stares during public meltdowns, and the exhaustion of endless therapy appointments that leave you drained but still desperate for answers.
I’ve lived through the marriage struggles, the sleepless nights, the days of drowning under paperwork and meetings, and the heartbreak of wondering if my child would ever find their voice.
But I also found strength where I thought I had none. I built systems that worked when the world didn’t. I found hope in the smallest victories. And I learned that autism doesn’t erase love — it deepens it.
This book is my story, but it’s also yours. It’s the hand I wish had reached for me when I was lost. And now, I want to reach for you.