
An American Autistic Living in Thailand Writes on “Why Gardening May Have Saved My Life”
An American Autistic Living in Thailand Writes on “Why Gardening May Have Saved My Life”
An American Autistic Living in Thailand Writes on “Why Gardening May Have Saved My Life”
Students who struggle with ADHD in the classroom don’t necessarily need to change. What will likely determine their success is your ability to adopt to new ideas.
Think about it…Over the last twenty years, exactly what has biological autism research given the average working or middle-class American family with a child with autism?
She doesn’t flinch. “We need money! We need a lot of training and it costs a lot of money…We’re not lost. We’re not this little country that has our heads in the sand.”
This article makes a compelling case for why we do not need a new category of “Profound Autism.” The author writes from his lived experience as the father of a non-speaking adult son and his professional work with fathers and families.
I live in rural Northern Ireland, at the foot of the Sperrin Mountains, not far from the waters of Lough Neagh and an hour and a half drive from arguably the most beautiful place on earth, White Park Bay on the North Coast. My focus in this article will be on Northern Ireland, as that is where I was born and brought up. But this piece will inevitably relate to both countries on this island. I am a late-diagnosed autistic female and mother of two neurodivergent children…
My Hebrew name is Emunah. Emunah is most often translated as “faith,” but when it first appears in the Torah, Genesis 15:6 the verse says והאמך ביהוה which translates to “and he put his trust in Adonai.” Emunah also shares the root of the word “Amen” which means, to put trust into something.
My Jewish-Hebrew name is Emunah, and I am autistic.