When clock jumps
When the Clocks Jump: Helping Autistic Children Navigate Daylight Saving Time Every year, like clockwork… the clocks suddenly aren’t trustworthy anymore. ⏰ In many homes this is a small inconvenience. A little sleepiness, a few yawns, maybe some extra coffee. But in autism households, the shift from standard time to daylight saving time can feel more like the ground moving under your feet. This week in our home, we entered what many families call “Spring Ahead.” For my son Sheamus, that one-h...
When clock jumps
When the Clocks Jump: Helping Autistic Children Navigate Daylight Saving Time Every year, like clockwork… the clocks suddenly aren’t trustworthy anymore. ⏰ In many homes this is a small inconvenience. A little sleepiness, a few yawns, maybe some extra coffee. But in autism households, the shift from standard time to daylight saving time can feel more like the ground moving under your feet. This week in our home, we entered what many families call “Spring Ahead.” For my son Sheamus, that one-h...
The Spaghetti standard
When self is the hardest thing to define
Seventeen Candles, Quiet Joy
On February 8th, my son Sheamus turned 17. Seventeen feels like a tall number. It stands there, shoulders back, almost adult-sized, asking you to notice the years that carried you here. We kept it simple. We always do. The small party happened on Saturday, the day before his actual birthday. Just the circle that matters most. Me, Sheamus, and my mom, his grandma. No crowd noise, no pressure, no forced smiles. Just comfort, familiarity, and the kind of calm that lets an autistic teen actually ...
Seventeen Candles, Quiet Joy
On February 8th, my son Sheamus turned 17. Seventeen feels like a tall number. It stands there, shoulders back, almost adult-sized, asking you to notice the years that carried you here. We kept it simple. We always do. The small party happened on Saturday, the day before his actual birthday. Just the circle that matters most. Me, Sheamus, and my mom, his grandma. No crowd noise, no pressure, no forced smiles. Just comfort, familiarity, and the kind of calm that lets an autistic teen actually ...
Letting go, Leaning in
What my son taught me about growth
Teaching vs Placating
The quiet shift
