Autism Lifestyle Coach 

My journey began when my eldest son was just a few months old. Prior to his first birthday, he seemed to had taken a nap one way and woke up a different child. At that time the medical professionals, and a handful of my inner circle thought I had lost my mind. They spent their time making statements like "... all kids do that..." and "...he's just a baby, he will be alright..." I  didn't agree, I didn't know why I didn't agree, but down in my gut, this was not "normal", all kids did not do "this".  I grasped tirelessly at a way to explain what was happening in our lives. What was happening to my precious boy.  Something happend!  But what; what happened.  Doors closed, eyes rolled but still no help. It was suggested that I was suffering from postpartum depression and exhaustion. Later, I realized that due to his age, and newness of the mysterious condition, his pediatrician was not legally allowed to introduce the possibility of autism . But I knew. A mother knows. I was relentless and admittedly a pain-in-the-neck to his pediatrician office. 
Finally we were referred to a program called “First Steps” , eventually, my son, was old enough for an evaluation and diagnosis. Some time after, I scheduled to meet with someone from the diagnostic team and I had the pleasure of meeting  a sweet lady who came to my job and delivered the news in person. What she tenderly stated set our life in a  direction that  was completely unexplored. She offered to speak to my employer to allow me to take a personal day and suggest that I be allowed to go home and “grieve”. In retrospect, I should have. But instead, I took that punch to th gut like a pro, wobbled at the knees and kept on my feet. Reeling from the previous few years of gaslighting from just about everyone I trusted, my body was literally trembling and I was overwhelmingly disoriented. 
What did this all mean? I was suddenly lost, and even with out any map, I felt a sense of relief . A diagnosis means , in my eyes, a plan. At his point what she said to me is now, mostly a blur, but the fact that she had a name for this is what motivated me, what gave me a compass. We could start heading in the right direction. We weren’t alone and someone out there actually did, understand and if hey didn't I would make them. After a while, his pediatrician eventually gave us official paperwork that stated a dual diagnosis of ADHD & Autism.
Indication of my youngest son’s diagnosis came a lot sooner.  I, in my spirit , knew his diagnosis myself prior to me officially receiving it. Around 8 months of age is when I began to notice symptoms with my baby boy. By that time I had 9 years of exposure to symptoms and was somewhat familiar with Autism. It came as less of a shock when he was diagnosed, although still heart-breaking, mainly due to my education and experience with Autism and the fact that his symptoms were more pronounced. This time, however, early intervention was less successful. We struggled to find and keep a therapist due to his Agressive Autism and severe ADHD. 
What I always keep in mind is that although their diagnosis are, on paper, pretty similar (almost the same) , they are two different children, with different personalities. My personal goals for them are and have always been drastically different, there is one main commonality; They can be their best selves, in whatever areas they can be. 
Listen, I can be unapologetically,  relentless when it comes to the success of my children. And that’s why I am here today, over 18 years experience  and now, as a Certified  Lifestyle Coach . I specialize in what God has undoubtedly tasked me with doing, fighting for and coaching families of individuals on the Autism Spectrum  (may also have a dual diagnosis of ADHD ), who like me have goals to meet, whatever those might be.  I coach my clients in a way that utilizes both their heads and their hearts. Respectfully, this is all I know. I have had some vigorous on-the-job-training and am here to help you and them succeed.