Second day

Logan had a visit from the Columbus Public School in-home specialist. I haven't met her, although Melissa says she is good, and Logan has taken to her pretty well. We also have another specialist coming in from a school that specializes in autistic children. She actually started the school that we want to enroll Logan in, so I feel good about that. They want to not only work with Logan, but want to teach the adults how to work with him and break some of his habits, in a way.

We've been on this journey a short time (he was first diagnosed on Dec 14th, and we've had more detailed diagnosis since then, which confirms the first diagnosis), and it seems frightening. I look at him and think how could he have this. But I can't think like that. I have to think how can I help him. He's my world, along with my three daughters.

I've seen and read about how having an autistic child can tear a family apart, rather than pull them closer. I think Melissa and I have an unsaid understanding that we will not let this happen to us. We are both there for him, and for each other for the support we both need.