Pop Rocks

To be honest,

most days I spend laughing with colleagues, family, friends, students, therapists, teachers, and grocery clerks. 

LITERALLY, LIKE ALL DAY, MOST DAYS.

I don't spend much of time worrying about the "big" AUTISM like its some unwieldy force that swallows my family whole.

My worries are small blips; mini-bursts that explode and settle. Like Pop Rocks.

For me,

AUTISM is NOT a turbulent ocean that I am drowning in.

AUTISM is NOT a black hole that shakes my gravity.

AUTISM is NOT a constant tornado that devastates my home. 

It's a fizzy candy. The fizz part lasts seconds.

Which is why I squint and wrinkle me' nose a widdle when people treat autism stories like they are dark. There is no darkness here. Only light. With some fizzy stuff.

To be honest, 

even my most dramatic posts about autism....are just fizz. 

Burns the shit out of my tongue...but only momentarily.

So...PLEASE don't treat it more than that.