The next group of letters are written during the summer. Alex, like most Autistic children, struggles with the summer. His mother also struggles to keep his days scheduled in an order that would appease his need for structure. When he was first diagnosed it meant days of driving to and from the Neuological Rehabilitation Center in Piqua. When we got older, it meant camps and childcare where they went to the pool or on field trips. We have been blessed with wonderful caring childcare providers that have learned to love Alex.
To give you an idea of our daily life, Alex has asked ever since the weather got cold "Do you think Camp Wesley is cold?" "Can we go see it? I think it is closed". We have heard this over and over...needless to say he wants to go there again!