Our son, Jack, has Asperger’s. This puts him on the high functioning edge of the autism spectrum. On the other end of the “spectrum” are children who are non-verbal and virtually unable to connect. This book is not about them. If you have a child that is more affected my prayers are with you and my story will sound trite. But it’s my journey, and if it speaks to anyone, I’m glad to tell it.
Our son, Jack, is on the autsim spectrum. He has a beautiful imagination. When he was little and became enchanted with the story in his head, he would gallop around the house humming with a terrific smile on his face. My husband and I would joke and say things like: “They must have inflated the bounce houses in Jacksonville” or “The ice cream truck must be in Jacksonville.” I never thought Jack noticed until one day when I asked, “Jack, what are you pretending? I want to go there. It sounds delightful!” He looked at me and said, “I’ve gone to Jacksonville, and you’re not invited.” When deciding on what to call this book, the answer was quite clear.
I didn’t expect to have a child on the autism spectrum.
I also didn’t expect the changes it would bring in me. What would I tell my 35-year-old self about wanting to be in control of everything?
How cool is God’s faithfulness? How essential is community? What have I learned about galaxies, school buses, & pipe organs? Find out by reading Jacksonville: One Mother’s Journey To The Autism Spectrum.
About The Author
Mari lives in Carmel, Indiana with her husband of 25 years, Ed, their children, Betsy & Jack, and 2 dogs, Charlotte and Dash. When not writing this book, she is the founder of Storycast Network and is working on multiple projects that all involve the sharing of excellent stories. Contact Mari here: marisandifer.com
Kind Words From Amazon Readers
I am not traditionally a reader, but I couldn’t put this book down. I laughed, I cried, I learned about autism, and I felt the author’s pain. It turned to hope, and as each chapters went on, I was inspired by her growth, her journey to acceptance, and eventually embracing the beauty of autism. I have a whole new respect and curiosity about those gifted souls who are living life on the spectrum.
As Jack passes me up in height and his voice deepens, I’m in awe of the man he is becoming. But at the same time, I recall the golden-haired boy with clear, cornflower blue eyes who captured my heart & changed me. The boy who taught me to notice. To see.