Kiss Me, I'M Autistic!

MY MIDDLE BABY GIRL STOPPED SPEAKING @ 2 NO MORE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR NO MORE BRIGHT EYES TO STARE AT YOU NO MORE LAUGHTER. NO MORE JOY NO MORE BEGGING FOR “DAT TOY, MOMMY! DAT TOY!!!” JUST AN EERIE UNWELCOMED SILENCE ODD BEHAVIOR, AND PIERCING SHRIEKS REPETATIVE INCOHERENT PHRASES AND MANY NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP HOW I WISHED I COULD CLIMB INSIDE YOUR MIND TO SEE HOW YOU SAW TO HEAR HOW YOU HEARD TO FEEL ALL YOU FELT WHY YOU REACTED TO ONLY ‘THOSE’ WORDS WHAT CAN EVER COMARE WITH WATCHING A CHILD EXISTING WITHIN A SILENCED WORLD BOTH UNIFORMED, YET WILD THEN A REVELATION OF ANSWERED PRAYERS TO BELIEVE, EXPECT, AND HOPE, AND RECEIVE THE WONDERMENT OF EXPERIENCING GOD’S DIVINE HEALING FROM SILENCE TO SPOKEN WORDS FROM NO HUGS, TO INITIATED EMBRACES TO HAVE THOSE BEAUTIFUL BRIGHT GREEN EYES STARING PURPOSEFULLY AT MY FACE NOW SHE SPEAKS, AND SHE SINGS, AND SHE WHINES, AND COMPLAINS DRAWING IMAGES WITH SUCH DETAIL NEVER BEFORE SEEN AND SHE WORSHIPS THE LORD JESUS WHOM SHE SAYS WAS ALWAYS THERE CAN YOU SEE HER AT THE ALTER DANCING, AND PRAISING AS IF SHE HASN’T A CARE?