Freedoms Taken for Granted.Voices lost. "My Name is...Autism"
The words echo in my brain every minute of everyday. Laying on the couch facing my sons room in the morning 7 years ago. It was a bright warm sunny day with sun streaming in from the large pane window facing East. My son bursts into the room running into my arms. Saying loudly, proudly, and with a smile. While looking me in the eyes, "My name is Tanner. My name is Tanner." That was the last sentence we heard after his vaccinations. He lost his dreams, ability to play, socialize, eat, and sense of world. The name tag now reads... "My Name is.... Autism"