My name is Carrie Cariello. I am forty-two years old.
I am married to a man named Joe and we have five children.
Twelve years ago, I gave birth to a baby boy with a neurological disorder called autism. It impacts the way he eats, sleeps, talks, and thinks.
He is considered special needs, because his needs are special.
For example, he needs to ask me thirty-six thousand times what the plan for the day is, even if it’s just a regular old Monday and we’ve had the same plan every Monday since the beginning of September.