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Stories from our life
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Stories from our life
About my books
My first book is a diary-memoir of my family’s adventurous trip to India, woven with the experience of living with Autism and how I, as a mother, dealt with it. It’s a candid internal and external journey with lots of humor and inner conflicts in a peculiar, entirely different world among Hindu gods and monkeys.
My second book presents the family’s first thirteen years with Autism through the eyes of multiple characters. I share as a mother gradually facing the new reality and immersing myself in this peculiar life. The two autistic children also speak up, allowing readers to glimpse into the emotions and experiences of autistic individuals, and the youngest neurotypical child also shares his perspective of living alongside his not-so-typical older siblings in everyday life. This second book is not yet available in English.
The full price of the book supports the Autisták Köztünk Boldogan (Autism Happily Among Us) Association!
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The Guru Was Right
The guru once said that this girl would be “more or less okay” by the age of 16–17. She’s eighteen now, and I can confidently say: she really is. Of course, she’s still autistic—but that was never the goal. She is whole, complete, and wonderfully herself. When we...
Housework
Autistic children have to be taught everything separately that others learn by imitation — often with a lot of patient repetition. Very patient, with much repetition. Repetition. That is, repetition. For years I’ve been telling Kende to put his clothes in the laundry...
Goo(d)bye, Kid-Free Beer
This summer marked the first time that Kende and Kíra stayed alone at my parents’ house by Lake Balaton, where they reside during the warmer months. For as long as I can remember, we’ve spent our summers in the Káli Basin, nestled among the vineyards—an estate my...
When August Hurts
August. For me, it’s perhaps the hardest time of the year. Sometimes I go as long as two weeks without my children. Right after the divorce, it actually felt like fun—being free again, having time for myself, traveling, not having to adjust to anyone. Enjoying the...
The diet
They say that autistic children would rather starve than eat something they don’t desire. No amount of parental intention—no matter how well-meaning or how many times I repeat, “when the child is hungry, they will eat”—seems to make a difference. It simply doesn’t...