My son is 13.
He likes to recite facts incessantly.
His voice is changing. He likes it.
He's growing and is an inch taller than I.
His mental age and his emotional age is around 10. I'm not worried. He'll catch up.
Baseball has become his newest obsession fascination.
He needs to be exposed to as many experiences as possible so he can refer to them to properly react. His mind will need to be like a database. He doesn't understand social clues so he'll need to add to his database so he can pull the proper responses out of his hard drive aka his brain.
He still cries when he gets upset. It still breaks my heart to see those tears roll out of his eyes.
He plays house with his 6 year old sister. How many 13 year olds would do that?
He acts like a teenager sometimes.
He will still hold his mother's hand while walking in the parking lot. His hand is bigger than mine.
He will also sit in his mother's lap still. I can only handle that for a few minutes.
My son has autism.
This is the face of autism. And, I love him.
April is Autism Awareness Month.