The War Beneath the Therapies

Raising children with autistic brilliance locked inside bodies that won’t cooperate

People look at the surface.
They tally the therapies.
The placements.
The missed milestones.

They don’t see the war beneath it all -
the one between what’s inside my children
and what the world refuses to learn how to receive.

They never saw the choices we had.
Because we didn’t have many.

I’ve spent years raising two profoundly autistic, non-speaking children.
Not “quirky.”
Not “gifted with some support.”

Profound. Complex. Fully dependent. Fully brilliant.

Their disability is not intellectual.
It is neurological. It is physical.

Their bodies betray them -
but their minds?

Their minds are symphonies.

🎵 I’ve seen my daughter explode into song -
out of nowhere -
every lyric, every beat, word after word.

Her mouth won't move for most things.
But when the music hits?
Her apraxia steps aside.
Something fires.
And for a few seconds,
her voice and her mind are in sync.

It’s rare.
But it’s real.
And I hear her. Every syllable.

🌀 I’ve seen my son lock e…