By Timothy & Jean Imholt


We are autism parents. Autism itself was the subject of television commercials until our son, Emmit, was diagnosed at two years old. The mere mention of the word brought on fear, doubt, distress, anger, guilt, and denial all at the same time! In retrospect this was understandable given that we didn’t have an inkling what that meant at the time. Fast forward to today, when Emmit is four and a half, we are much more educated on the subject and live every single day of our lives with the little dude who forced us to learn about it, and we no longer consider it a two headed, fire breathing monster.

The diagnosis came about because of our crackerjack pediatrician. At his eighteen month checkup he asked us a series of questions about Emmit’s day to day life. The little dude had very few words, he had very poor eye contact and didn’t appear to really enjoy social interaction with his peers; in fact, interaction with other kids seemed to stress him out.

Our son’s pediatrician referred us to a neurological consultant, and ultimately a neuropsychologist at Children’s Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts diagnosed him with the autism spectrum disorder. Because of his age at the time of diagnosis it was almost impossible to tell exactly where on the spectrum he fell. If you are not familiar with the spectrum, never fear, you are not alone. It is a wide range of diagnosis (we don’t care for disorders as a descriptor). The range goes from mild to severe. It was obvious he wasn’t severe, but realizing that he was on the spectrum at all was a giant leap forward for us in our path to understanding how to help him.

The diagnosis was just the beginning. If you are ever faced with this situation you will learn that a whole lot of stuff comes immediately following learning that little tidbit of information. Then the bombardment really begins. There are a ton of therapies that he needed to be in starting right away. These included speech therapy, applied behavioral analysis (ABA) therapy, and maybe even occupational therapy (OT) for his sensory processing integration challenges.

Now, Tim works full time and luckily we are in a position where Jean can be a full time mom. Her head was definitely spinning, his head was all fuzzy from the entire thing. She spent a week grieving, then by the weekend, rolled up her sleeves and got to work. There was a collective vow that we would get Emmit all of the resources we could to get him ready for the challenges that life throws at all of us. Around this time we also found out that Tim was diagnosed with virtually the same spectrum disorder as a toddler but was never told for a variety of reasons, just to add fuel to our fire. It was the double whammy of a lifetime. That is an entirely different subject and a topic for another day.

Back to Emmit. Shortly after his diagnosis he started receiving many services through a fantastic State funded early intervention program. This program provides speech therapy using floor time, music therapy (which helps far more than you would think at first blush), OT, and once a week he had a social play date, something that is vital for kids (and adults actually, but the nomenclature should change) on the spectrum. Jean immediately sought out other play groups in the neighborhood and through the local church. We also put him in a daycare a couple of days a week. If it sounds like a busy schedule and yes it was. However it is crucial to expose kids like Emmit to as many socially interactive groups as possible and it has to be done very early on.

As Emmit turned 3 all of the State funded therapies came to an end. That is because among other reasons, he was then eligible to go to a peer model, integrated preschool. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your perspective, you have to go through a long, drawn out process of getting what is referred to as an individualized education plan or IEP. This is basically a contract, or arrangement for getting Emmit into a preschool program, and what kind of special coursework/treatment he will get while he is there.

As he began attending school we started to see Emmit vocalizing more, requesting his needs with words, and playing with his siblings more and more. On top of all of that success, he learned other new skills, such as dressing himself, and potty training just to name a few. He loved and thrived under the routine of attending school, and his favorite part, riding the school bus.

Earlier this year Emmit turned four. By this point he was able to request what he wanted on his birthday cake! He went with Minions from Despicable Me (a great movie for kids and adults). We got him the cake he wanted and a fantastic party with his classmates in a gymnastics studio near where we live.

Over time, like most kids, he has been invited to a large number of birthday parties. For a child with autism, these can be nightmares. Emmit has thrived so much that he now loves these types of things. There was one just this past weekend where Tim and Jean were both floored when Emmit took the time to say hello to his friends by their name. On one occasion he even struck up a conversation.

“Jimmy, do you like to swim?” asked Emmit.

Whoa wait a minute! Was that Emmit? Yes, yes, it was. Emmit got his answer, which made him smile.

“Yes.” said Jimmy.

Four year old Emmit wasn’t done.

“I went to the swim class today.  I had four floaties,” said Emmit.

Just as a side note, just before the party Emmit had a swim class and had worn a belt with four layers of flotation foam. Jean was almost in tears when she heard this, because he had made so much progress in such a short period of time.

Earlier in the year, we added ABA therapy back into the mix (the state funded version had ended by this point). This was in addition to the speech therapy that he receives at school as per his IEP. We did this privately because he was found ineligible to receive ABA through school because he is not “severe enough” despite the recommendations of his doctors. ABA is known to be amazingly effective for children on the spectrum. It is specifically targeted to modify undesired behaviors through positive motivation and rewards.

Here was the kicker.  With all of the new insurance laws in place (the Affordable Care Act), we learned that this invaluable service for Emmit would not be covered by our insurance in any way. Two doors were shut in our face. First through the school, the second through insurance. Just slam, right on the nose. This was really surprising, especially the insurance coverage part, considering how much we have heard about improvements in this area thanks to new laws. We also found out that prior to the ACA many insurance policies (including ours) covered this type of therapy.

We were well aware that time was of the essence. If we were going to give Emmit this type of therapy, the earlier we start, the better the outcome. We decided right then and there to self-fund his treatment 100% out of pocket. It is shockingly expensive, but the hope was that Emmit would make great progress quickly, so this wouldn’t be a years-long effort. We are seeing the fruits of his hard work with the ABA therapists every single day. He has learned to share, take turns, a ton of functional language (my tummy hurts, etc), he follows multi-step instructions, he is tolerating undesired activities (to a four year old this is a lot of stuff), he is becoming more flexible, but most importantly, he is now confident in himself (enough to approach someone outside of family and ask questions.)

The term autism is no longer scary to us. To be honest, the term autism parent is not something we really used before today. Part of us has been frightened all along, like by saying it out loud, it would become etched in granite. Now with our newly instilled hope, we are proud to have put all of this in writing. In fact, autism parents should be proud of themselves and should be celebrated. We recently read (more like devoured) a book entitled “Ten Things Every Child with Autism Wishes You Knew” which is very much a paradigm shifting book. One of the many things from that book we found of high value is how the term “autistic child” can conjure up the negative connotation and put a severe judgment and limit to the child’s abilities in our society (using “autistic” in front of child as an adjective).  We as a society needs to work towards eliminating ignorance on the subject of autism.  However in this case, we are of the opinion that “autism parent” conjures up something much different than the previous perception – perseverance, patience, super-mom/dad, expert and advocate.

This subject is one that more people should be aware of, if for no other reason than some of the people that fall on the spectrum are some of the best and brightest America has to offer, merely socially awkward. That, however, does not mean they are to be ignored as is all too often the case. We should help as many of them communicate with everyone else, because quite frankly, given the state of affairs we find ourselves in as a nation perhaps “normal” is not something we should strive for. We need to strive for better.



Jean is a first generation Korean immigrant, and a graduate of Virginia Tech with a Masters in Chemical Engineering, and a former Program Manager in the Defense Industry. Tim is an army veteran, Physicist and author of several books including The Forest of Assassins available on in print and kindle versions, with audiobook version coming soon.




What’s the use of being elected or re-elected if you don’t stand for something

President Grover Cleveland

On Tuesday Rick Santorum gave a speech at the Cornerstones NH event and if the only think you were listening for was: “Is the Former Senator and Runner up to Mitt Romney in 2012 running again?” then the only thing you really need to see is yesterday’s post.

But if you really want to know what yesterday was about you need to know Cornerstones. I interviewed Brian McCormick the emcee of the event concerning it:

Cornerstones my be a political group but it involves so many people who are making a difference for the elderly, the poor and the young along with the unborn, and more than that it’s about showing courage in a world that wants to silence people of faith

Cornerstones is all about faith and service and having the courage to stand up for both and there are plenty of young people willing to make that fight.

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And think about Senator Santorum, there are plenty of groups that he could have appeared with if he wanted to create buzz for a campaign but the take a closer look at his speech, it’s about courage,

The courage to speak uncomfortable truths aloud

The courage to confront issues instead of ceding the culture

The courage to ignore the MSM and the consultant demand to ignore family and life in the hopes of appeasing them.

In short the courage to stand for more than being elected.

The giveaway was in the 2nd part of his speech.  He told a story of visiting a group of donors in NY.  Every other GOP candidate had been called to see them and they began asking questions of him.

the first was on abortion, the 2nd question was on abortion, the third was on abortion and he finally had enough, and confronted them on it

When Rick Santorum opposes abortion he means it, when he says the breakdown of the family is the single biggest issues in America he means it, when he says he’ll stand up and fight on those issues he means it.  And when he says if he runs, he will bring up those issues and fight on them.  He means it.

When it comes to Social issues Rick Santorum is going to fight for the cause because he knows you can win a debate if you let the other side speak unopposed.

That’s the story that everyone is missing.


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My oldest son has been coughing for days so I drove him to class this morning, when I went to pick him up I had on the radio and the conversation was about caring for elderly parents. Specifically keeping a log so you can record what you do and assign an hourly rate for it to justify the transfer of funds to your tax advantage.

All I could think was “How disgusting”. What point have we reached in a society where the taking care of one’s parents is reduced to the management of tax funds? And what does it say about our tax laws that people are having to go through these hoops to keep the federal and state governments from attacking their parents funds like a hungry wolf?

There are costs to the cultural choices we have taken as a society over the last 40 + years and this is one of them the reduction of the honor due to father and mother in their golden years reduced to how the gold is moved.

…but I’d like to thank everyone who has hit the tip jar this weekend, that managed to pay for the rental and Stacy has been hitting the Gas so that has covered the trip.

Not to mention a huge thank you to the Lonely conservative and her husband who are slightly less lonely since they are allowing Stacy and I not only Crash but allowing us to snarf their internet to allow us to post.

Finally as I was writing this post I found out that my wife’s Aunt Shirley just died today. She single-handedly saved out honeymoon when Citi Travel didn’t take care of our booking. She and Uncle Bob gave us the use of their guest house and their spare car and the money we saved became the down payment for our house.

We can never repay her for that kindness and we will never forget.

In NH conservatives aren't the silent type
to Funspot. Today’s posts will be mostly scheduled so approval of comments might be slow. I don’t know if they have wi-fi but I don’t know if I really want to spend time posting from there.

If you want to see my post about Funspot, the largest arcade in the world it is here.

Update: My son and his young lady classmate are off playing games and my hands are a little sore from 2 hours + of pinball so taking a break to use the Wi-fi and blog a little to give em a rest.

One of my many Nephews (Italian Family you know) has very little in common with me: I am bald he has a full head of hair, He is ripped I am fat, I wear a beard, he is clean shaven, he plays several instruments from violin to guitar, I don’t. He is very single and looking, I’ve been married for 22 years, I am very Catholic, he is not but we discuss and debate religion whenever we talk.

We both however have one thing in common and that’s a very different set of priorities than the Ewock Women of Emily’s list.

The Ewock women of Emily’s list publicly support abortion with every fiber of their being. They consider it such a priority that they declare the willingness to sacrifice the lives of their grandchildren as an expression of love for their daughters.

My nephew Matt has told me that it is a Sine Non Qua before even considering dating a woman that she be pro life. In Massachusetts that really narrows the field, when asked he told me bluntly. “I don’t want to end up with any woman willing to slaughter our daughter or son.”

My no drugs, no booze no sex rules not withstanding, I would never want any grandchild of mine to ever think I disappointed by their birth. I would much rather see rings on fingers first, but whenever they come, I will be pleased to see them.

It’s is love vs hate. Matt and I love our children and grandchildren that we have never seen so much that we will sacrifice to protect them. The Ewock of Emily’s list, a group that is supposed to be exist to advance women in office, hate Sarah Palin so much that they proudly declare their grandchildren expendable.

Memeorandum thread here

Yeah I’m up a little later than normal, but it’s always important to remember that there will always be a new headline and a new annoyance in the news to opine about on the hour ever hour, but the wife next to you is a precious gift.

Never forget that when you make a tweet and a snark more important that the person who shares your bed, eventually you will share it only with your laptop and the people you speak to from afar.

…it is still less scary than knowing your oldest is going off with somewhere where a friend is trying to set him up with a girl.

Oddly in the digital age you can look up said girl on facebook etc, doesn’t make it less scary for me.

It’s worse when you are Italian. He is at college on an academic scholarship and works 25 hours a week as well. You want as few distractions as possible since that Scholarship is the only way we will pay for college right now, but when you are of Italian decent the first instinct is “Why don’t find a nice Catholic girl and settle down?”

It’s a crazy time.

…were the first words out of my son’s mouth a few minutes ago when he came home from work.

That really threw me off until I remembered that I pulled into Romano’s mkt on the way home from confession today and without thinking walked home leaving my car parked there.

Good thing he mentioned that or I would have been in quite a panic in the morning.

How do you forget your car?