When my son received an autism diagnosis at the age of 4, I fell into a black abyss of depression from which I thought I'd never recover. At that time, it was impossible for me to imagine I would ever smile, laugh, or feel light again.
(A personal journey by McKenna Meyers)

I did not ask for the role of autism advocate. Autism was something that happened to other people. Not our family. Not my son.

But since first finding myself in this situation, I have known that it is my job to speak up for my son and those like him. 

I don’t think I’ll ever forget this one time when I took my daughter to the grocery store.  It was years ago. She was probably two and half. In an attempt to have a successful shopping trip, (the kind where you pick out items and then actually are able to purchase them before having to leave because your child has a meltdown...