Last night, I had the privilege of attending Pangdemonium’s production of “Falling”, a play about a family struggling with autism, and participating in the post-show dialogue on stage with the cast. Saying that it was an emotionally charged evening would be an understatement. Although I had initially questioned whether I needed to watch a play that was akin to what I already lived in real life, I soon got really excited about the prospect of watching a play that has been moving the audience to tears and motivating them to support the painting exhibition of Sebastien, my autistic son. A Mother's Wish had been given the opportunity to sell Sebastien's original water colour paintings and silk s
Today, Sebastien, my almost 20-year-old autistic son, experienced being handcuffed and placed in the police car for the first time (the photo shows the lingering redness on his wrists). Not because he committed a crime, but because of fear and poor judgment. This "sweet-bitter-sweet" day, when I took Sebastien out skating , did not start out that way. As part of the routine, Sebastien would pick up garbage along our walk to Bishan Park where does his laps. As this is what he likes to do and it helps to keep Singapore clean, he is equipped with a plastic bag and gloves. Near the starting point, he ran over to a truck and opened the car doors of the truck and then closed it. This is one of the
