For me, the strangest part of having a non-verbal child, is not really knowing who they are and what they think. Sure, on many levels, I do know Oliver. But as his little brother Nicco grows up before my eyes and I hear the speech that flows from him so naturally, it reawakens the burning questions slumbering in... Continue Reading →
Fighting for a Voice
Victory tastes so sweet after a battle hard fought. And oh have I fought. For the last 3 years I’ve done everything in my power to give my son a voice. I’ve made hundreds of phone calls, attended seminars and conventions, pleaded doctors and therapists to help me, hired company reps to come to our home, and... Continue Reading →