Bonita Fearon

Walk for autism

My son is autistic, and while that word can carry a lot of weight for people, to me it’s simply one part of who he is. Autism doesn’t define him, but it does shape how he experiences the world—and how the world experiences him.

He sees things differently. He feels things deeply. Some days are filled with small victories that might go unnoticed by others: a new word, a calm transition, a moment of connection. Other days are harder, filled with overwhelm, frustration, or exhaustion—for him and for us. Both kinds of days matter.

Parenting an autistic child has taught me patience, empathy, and the importance of slowing down. It has taught me to celebrate progress instead of perfection, and to listen more closely—to words, to behaviors, and to silence. My son communicates in his own way, and learning that language has been one of the most meaningful journeys of my life.

Autism is not something to “fix.” My son doesn’t need to be changed to be worthy, loved, or included. What he needs is understanding, support, and a world that makes room for differences instead of fearing them.

This is our story—not one of tragedy, but of growth, love, and learning. And while the path may look different from what I once imagined, it is no less beautiful.