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Stories from our life

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Stories from our life

Just one day

We went grape-picking at the weekend. This is the event of the year in our family. My parents, both over eighty, still energetic, modern, and still living together in love, prepare for it weeks in advance with a vigour that puts young people to shame: organising, cooking, getting everything ready. There are old friends, new neighbours, relatives,...

Wings

Two years ago, we started taking the bus with Kende, when he was in seventh grade. At times like this, I would come down the hill on my son’s scooter, because buses hardly run around here either, but most of the time I would hitch a ride with the first car that came along, because I didn’t want to break my leg in a scooter accident after turning...

Seventeen years

Seventeen years. Not just any seventeen years. As if it had been thirty-four—or even more. As if the wheel of time had turned differently. As if it hadn’t all happened within a single lifetime. As if it hadn’t even happened to me. Seventeen years ago, my son Kende was born on a beautiful, characteristically spring day just like this—sometimes...

And now?

After giving my child a proper talking-to the other day, he has finally understood that Mom isn’t always available. It was about time—he’s sixteen! So yesterday I told him: I’ll be at the doctor’s, please don’t keep calling me like you usually do. Only call if something’s wrong, okay?He only called twelve times. Unfortunately, he calls other...

Are You Free Now?

For years now, I haven’t been able to carry a conversation through without Kende interrupting. No matter how many times I say, “Wait a moment,” or “I can’t talk right now,” or “You need to wait until I’m finished,” it makes no difference. He keeps talking. I try not to listen—to stay focused on what I’m doing or on the person I’m speaking to....

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 returned from India, she was eleven. That summer, when she turned twelve, we had our...

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 basket in the evening. In vain — he leaves them on the floor. For years I’ve...

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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 paternal grandfather inherited almost seventy years ago. This place not only holds...

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 quiet. Really hearing the silence. Only then did I realize how much pressure I had...

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 work for them. They are too stubborn, too revolted by certain things. For years, my...

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.

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The diet

2025.07.04

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