P#ausitively Connected

My son is on the spectrum, “lightly brushed” as some would say. Diagnosed with PDD-NOS at the age of 4, when his daycare mentioned that he was “different, not sure if it’s anything, but why not get him assessed?”.  He wasn’t “symptomatic” at home – he had eye contact (with us anyway), a huge vocabulary,and was social and affectionate (still is). He’s an only child, so there was no neuro-typical yardstick to compare him to. And his parents are quirky – I’m pretty geeky, and dad’s probably skirting the edges of the spectrum himself. The diagnosis was a bit of a surprise, but not a big one. Continue reading



I’ve been reading posts about labels – they’re bad/limiting, they’re good/helpful/freeing, etc. Personally, I’m on the side of “a label gives you information to make better decisions/explains what’s going on” (like the ones here and here).

But here’s the thing – people who say “don’t label your child, you’ll limit them” are full of crap. Continue reading

I Am Ordering. Hear Me Roar

Beautiful. Never underestimate – always presume competence. It’s difficult, but awesome 🙂

Pucks and Puzzle Pieces

Ryan and Riley in Times Square My Shark and Devil take in the sights in Times Square

I had Riley and Ryan with me for Bring Your Child to Work Day yesterday. As I work in hockey, this has become sort of a second Christmas for our family. It’s also among the many, many activities that have gone from being absolutely terrifying to almost routine.

Before I brought Ryan for the first time, I went to see our head of HR, who runs the program. I told her about Ryan. I explained how much he wanted to come, but there might be some difficulties. I told her I was only a phone call away and, if needed, I could drop whatever I was doing and take him, or take him home.

What she told me boiled down to, “don’t worry. I got this.” She assured me he would be well looked-after and would enjoy himself. She…

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