I could only feel was what was missing. I couldn’t hear his voice. I couldn’t smell him near me. There were no more cuddles and no more hugs. That the sensory input of love and family that I had known every day since I born was no longer in my life.
Category: grief
During my 15 of autism activism, I’ve seen tremendous positive change in what people—including parents—believe about autism, but this “grief” crap JUST WON’T DIE.
There really are no good articles on how to help an autistic person process grief. It is with this hole in mind that I create this article.