This journal starts when Jonah was a baby – when we, for a brief time, shared the same hopes, expectations, and dreams for our child that other families have…back when my biggest complaint was not getting enough sleep and my greatest worry was whether or not to let him watch TV… back when I could brag about him doing something before other kids (he walked when he was just eight months old).
It tells what we saw about Jonah that seemed not-quite-right, and when we saw these things, and what we did about them, and how we felt when it was happening.
If reading this makes just one person out there feel that they are not alone, it is worth the telling.
We three - Dec 2002
This page has the following sub pages.
- stir crazy – 2/22/03
- supermom – 3/12/03
- napping not – 3/14/03
- ten daffodils – 3/20/03
- weaning him – 6/25/03
- making a break for it – 7/9/03
- a party – 8/29/03
- something is amiss – 10/22/03
- caveboy – 11/1/03
- evaluation – 11/7/03
- crossing bridges – 11/8/03
- baking blackbirds – 11/27/03
- when there’s nothing else to hear – 12/10/03
- urethra franklin, thank york! – 12/29/03
- a miracle – 12/30/03
- the worst day – 1/8/04
- intolerance will not be tolerated – 1/11/04
- THE DIAGNOSIS – 1/12/04
- the new playgroup – 5/14/04
- divulging dirt – 6/6/04
- he raises us easily – 6/7/04
- what vacation w/a 2-year-old with autism is like – 6/28/04
- o albany. o jonah! – 8/9/04
- falling apart – 8/11/04
- finding wildwood – 10/4/04
- don’t dare me to rise – 10/18/04
The Never Normal 
Just found you last night, want to read all of your entries.. I feel for you already. Thank you for writing and letting us see into your life with your son. I am a mother of a birthchild who is 26 years old and one adopted baby at birth who is 30. Adopted baby had learning disabilities and behaviour issues thru-out his life and we had him in residential care for quite a while. My first husband and I divorced over all the problems. Anyway, thanks! Diane
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Wow . . . I found your first paragraph profound. My wife and I have been there—we have a 19-year-old with autism. You’ve worded the beginning of “the experience” very, very well. —George
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