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Acum are program full, mai putina plimbare din cauza vremii si joaca mai multa cu fratele ei in casa. :)Petru se dezvolta frumos, spune cateva cuvinte si imita tot, o trage pe Ema sa se joace cu el, ii da lucruri ori o pune sa deseneze[pk], de cele mai multe ori Ema intra in joc, alteori il pupa pe crestet si isi gaseste preocupare de una singura, se retrage in dormitor si se tolaneste in pat, canta ori rasfoieste o carte...insa fratele ei n-o lasa singura asa ca e un dute-vino prin toata casa[alcool], in rest, tot sot imobilizat la pat, vreme de iarna, luna ianuarie care n-o suport, insa trec si peste asta si cu ajutorul lui Dumnezeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu imi mai umplu timpul cu implicare pentru centrul de zi &lt;strong&gt;Ajutati-ne sa intelegem lumea&lt;/strong&gt; unde Ema face terapia ABA. Am un grup de tinere eleve voluntare cu care fac felicitari si martisoare, impreuna cu terapeutele si mamicile copiilor cu autism incercam sa strangem banuti pentru materiale si pentru bucul mers al terapiei copiilor. Ne ocupam cu campania de strangerea declaratiilor de 2% din impozit si 20% pt firme al impozitului pe profit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-989852645245666300?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vara a trecut pe nesimtite, evenimente neobisnuite nu am avut, Ema a vut un comportament rezonabil, fara multe episoade de frustrare si suparare. Se apropie noul an scolar si inca ne mai bucuram de zilele insorite si liniste. Relatie Emei cu fratele ei este una buna , condimentata uneori cu momente in care il trage de par ori se lasa trasa de par de Petru. Sunt momente in care vor in acelasi timp aceeasi jucarie, carte...pe mine :)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mare fana de cosmetice, Ema, cum prinde momenttul, se ascunde in baie unde scotoceste prin geanta mea de cosmetice...rujurile sunt injumatatite, rimelul cu peria stramba , pensula de pudra e preferata ei, iar cu crema isi da din belsug nu numai pe fata ci si pe tricou :) insa eu incerc sa iau constructiv acest ...obicei, faptul ca ma imita.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aveam in fata lista cu necesarul si verificam...pentru 10 zile cred ca nu am uitat nimic. Toata ziua mi-a petrecut-o trecand in revista ce ii mai trebuia Emei. Seara am pregatit pachetele pentru Ema si terapeuta ei. Dupa baie am ajustat un pic parul si am dus-o la culcare. Ema a dormit bine, insa eu am stat ca pe ghimpi de grija . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.07.2011&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata la ora 5.45 am trezit-o, am ajutat-om sa se imbrace si m-am pregatit sa o copnduc la autocar. Curtea scolii era plina de copii somnorosi insa nerabdatori pentru noi aventuri. Deja incepuse sa fie strigata de colegii mai mari si cand si-a facut aparitia si colega de banca a Emei m-am bucurat foarte tare. Cand am plecat din curtea scolii inca nu se instalasera in autocar, insa am lasat-o pe mani bune. La ora 9.15 am sunat si totul era ok, aproape de destinatie. Ma straduiesc sa nu sun din ora in ora si ma rog ca totul sa decurga frumos, cu veselie si distractie.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ajuta!&lt;br /&gt;VACANTA PLACUTA EMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ema a juns in tabara ora 15.00&lt;br /&gt;m-a sunat Ana, terapeuta care o insoteste pe Ema in tabara. Se pare ca au cazare intr-un loc izolat, intr-o cabanuta , camera e cu 5 paturi si nu au unde sa puna bagajele, baia la comun ...si nu sunt prea incantate fetele:(&lt;br /&gt;sper sa treaca de acest impediment si sa se distreze...&lt;br /&gt;Desi au fost cateva probleme legate de cazare, igiena si confort, lucrurile s-au asezat cat de cat. Ema sta in camera numai cu terapeuta si le-a dat si paturi noi. Aseara a adormit destul de tarziu si a fost un pic plangacioasa, pana s-a acomodat cu patul , drumul obositor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.07.2011&lt;br /&gt;zi de relaxare si socializare a copiilor&lt;br /&gt;spre seara au dansat si s-au distrat pe muzica populara, din pacate Ema a avut si un accident de pipi ( sper sa fie singurul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;noaptea a fost grindina si un strat generos de gheata s-a adunat in fata casutei in care era cazata Ema si terapeuta, a fost foarte frig in acea noapte, imbracate bine si cu 3 paturi peste ele, ghemuite una in cealalta au incercat sa se incalzeasca si sa se odihneasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NU are rost sa mai tin jurnalul de tabara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt dezamagita. terapeuta imi tot spune ca nu e totul asa de ok acolo, ca mancarea lasa de dorit, ca activitati nu prea sunt si ca Ema se plimba prin curte ... Cu toate acestea Ema s-a simtit bine, a respirat aer curat si s-a bucurat de verdeata. Din pacate s=au intors acasa sambata, au rezistat 4 nopti ...si nu pentru ca Ema nu a suportat clima, conditiile ori atmosfera...probl;ema a fost din partea terapeutei care nu s-a putut adapta si nu a reusit sa se integreze... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am trimis acolo copilul ca sa interactioneze cu alti copii, sa se bucure de pauza, de alte locuri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot ce stiu este ca prima tabara a fost un esec, si neterminata si ...probabil ultima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma asteptam la o interactiune mai...altfel , si din partea cadrelor si din partea terapeutei... Poate ca visez prea departe si nu reusesc eu sa "vad" realitatea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum chiar daca a stat numai 4 nopti ma bucur pentru ca a schimbat mediul si pentru ca s-a simtit bine, ceea ce e un plus mare pentru Ema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-8190190350739219677?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Va povestesc acum din ce au povestit la randul lor fetele care au participat la aceasta excursie. Transportul a fost oferit de un domn care a dorit sa ofere o zi minunata acestor copii speciali. Fetele (terapeutele) au facut un program de zi pe care au incercat sa-l respecte. Inainte de plecare m-am intalnit cu fetele pentru a pune la punct ultimele detalii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seara am inceput sa organizez rucsacul Emei: prosoape, costum de baie, tricouri albe, pantaloni scurti, rochita alba, palarie...inca o palarie pt cine nu are, cateva jucarele pt nisip, scutece absrbante pt scaunul din microbuz sa nu cumva sa aibe un accident la drum lung, fructe, lotiunea de plaja..hm...deja un adevarat bagaj pt o zi. Imi aminteam cum ma pregateam eu in tinerete sa merg cu gasca la mare si nu reuseam sa imi iau strictul necesar si umpleam geamantanul pana la refuz... imi alung gandul si spun o rugaciune pt Ema sa fie ok in aceasta excusie.&lt;br /&gt;Petru incepuse sa planga asa ca...a trebuit sa hranesc bebelusul si o conviong pe Ema sa se culce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimineata la ora 5 jumate am trezit-o pe Ema, am mai verificat o data bagajul ei sa aibe tot ce ii trebuie pt excursie si la ora 6.25 am plecat de acasa si am dus-o la microbuz. Una dintre fete ne-a intampinat zambind. Cu emotie am urcat in microbuz si am instalat-o , i-am urat "drum bun" si "distractie placuta sa fie cuminte" si am plecat. Nu e prima data cand pleaca fara mine, insa am incredere in fete...doar o au in supraveghere si educare de cca 5 ani. Pt mine fetele sunt ca si surorile Emei, ele deja fac parte din familie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeX4vW_UZRY/TgiBBC2h5uI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KHbEcnvDgYk/s1600/S73R1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622885989717501666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeX4vW_UZRY/TgiBBC2h5uI/AAAAAAAAAuI/KHbEcnvDgYk/s320/S73R1134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLgnNhAR6fc/TgiAieboCSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8WZCU6OzgMI/s1600/S73R1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622885464544905506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jLgnNhAR6fc/TgiAieboCSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/8WZCU6OzgMI/s320/S73R1071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am incercat sa sun cat mai rar si sa nu stresez lumea cu telefoane, isna voiam sa ma asigur ca se simte bine si e toptul in regula si chiar asa a fost. Vreme minunata, plaja cateva ore, Ema a stat cuminte si a vizionat programul delfinilor si a contemplat cerul la planetariu, a mai admirat pestisoriid e la acvariu si a stat cuminte la autoservire cand au servit masa. Mi s-a umplut inima cand au laudat0o fetele, mai ales ca stiu ca va pleca si in tabara 10 zile cu una dintre fete. Ma bucur ca Ema se simte bine la schimbarea de mediu, ma bucur ca de 1 saptamana nu a avut nici un accident de pipi si ma bucur ca Dumnezeu si ingerii Emei o vegheaza si lucrurile incep sa prinda contur din ce in ce mai bine. Doamna ajuta si pe mai departe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-9214929433581904169?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mi-a luat timp sa o trezesc pe Ema si sa conving bebelusul sa manance, apoi imbracatul...si deja eram in intarziere. Am chemat un taxi in care am inghesuit si caruciorul micului Petru, am luat geanta Emei pentru orele de la centru si am rugat taximetristul sa opreasca la florarie sa-mi cumpere 3 buchete de flori. Domnul amabil mi-a spus ca sotia e florareasa asa ca problema era rezolvata. terapeuta ne astepta deja in fata scolii si m-a anuntat ca am intarziat si pe Ema deja o strigase. Ei, nu-i bai, ne luam premiul fara aplauze si vom aplauda ceilalti copii. Am asistat pana la finalul prezentarii. Doamna psiholog a scolii, care evalueaza si indruma toti copiii din scoala speciala arata impecabil. Desi in prag de pensionare arata ca o tanara profesoara. Supla cu ochi albastri, asortata cu rochia si salul subtire a intampinat copiii cu zambet si entuziasmata le spunea la toti cei care o strigau:" te iubeste doamna! "&lt;/div&gt;Invatatoarea actuala si fosta invatatoare a Emei au stat alaturi de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-a placut atitudinea pozitiva, copiii veseli si cadrele binedispuse, poate pentru ca asteptau si ele vacanta ori poate pentru ca au avut realizari frumoase in timpul anului. Asteptam si mai multe progrese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doamna directoare a chemat parintii copiilor care vor pleca in tabara sa semneze un tabel. Si eu am semnat, Ema va pleca si ea in tabara insotita de terapeuta. Ema nu are vacanta ca ceilalti copii. Ema va continua sa lucreze toata vara, tabara reprezinta momentul e vacanta, recreere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuam sa lucram si sa ne rugam la Dumnezeu pentru ca Ema sa inteleaga lumea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-5595746801289023553?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tin minte ca simteam un anume parfum, un sentiment de libertate si siguranta.&lt;br /&gt;Azi, sunt mama. Alte sentimente ma incearca, vreau sa le fac copiilor mei o zi mai frumoasa azi, ceva special...&lt;br /&gt;Ema trebuia sa participe la serbarea organizata in scoala. Erau prezenti si copiii de la o alta scoala veniti sa incante cu poezii si cantecele copiii speciali. Ema trebuia sa fie Scufita rosie, Am imbracat-o in rochita rosie cu buline albe, si pe cap i-am pus o palarie alba cu o esarfa rosie...o scufita mai moderna. Dimineata a plecat linistita si urma sa vin si eu sa particip la serbare. Cand ma imbracam m-a sunat invatatoarea si mi-a spus ca nu se descurca cu Ema pentru ca e agitata si plange... Intr-un suflet am ajuns la scoala si am incercat sa-mi potolesc odorul. Am mers cu ea la baie, am spalat-o pe fata, am pupat-o insa tot plangea, am luat-o de manuta si am plecat , dezamagita ca nu participa la serbare. Invatatoarei ii parea rau ca s-a intamplat asa...asta e. Planurile mele pentru aceasta zi sunt compromise. Voiam ca la intoarcere sa ma opresc cu Ema la cofetarie, apoi la librarie sa-i cumpar ceva frumos ei si fratelui ei... Am ajuns acasa si la putin timp am iesit in oras am cumparat un balon cu heliu, prajituri, suc . As fi vrut mai multa animatie, veselie si o atmosfera deosebita. Poate alta data. Uneori nu reusesc sa patrund in ...lumea ei, s-o inteleg, devin la randul meu frustrata ca nu o pot ajuta ca sa treaca de anumita stari. De multe ori o iau din aproape in aproape ca sa imi dau seama ce doreste si cum o scot din anumite stari de agitatie, nervozitate, plans ori ras, insa nu de fiecare data reusesc. Poate pentru ca Ema s-a marit si nu mai inteleg , poate ca eu am imbatranit si nu mai pot sa privesc dincolo de aparente...of, imi este greu...si as vrea ca minunea sa se intample si intr-o zi doar sa recitesc aceste randuri, si sa dau drumul lacrimilor pe care acum nu le am, si nu imi permit sa le am...as vrea sa-i povestesc mai tarziu cat de mult imi doream si ma rugam ca ea sa fie bine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingerul Emei vegheaza asupra ei si intr-o zi ruga mi se va implini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-6998445423859192742?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eram anul III de facultate in plina sesiune si imi doream cu disperare sa ma amestec prin multime, sa nu atrag atentia desi alteori imi placea acest lucru. Eram mama singura si destul de frustrata din cauza diagnosticului Emei, nu aveam p0e nimeni care sa ma sustina si trebuia sa ma descurc singura. Ma obisnuisem cu lumea mea, cu lumea Emei si cu probleme noastre. In perioada in care l-am cunoscut pe sotul meu Ema avea 4 ani si 4 luni. Cand mi-a telefonat eram la o terasa cu Ema si i-am spus cu cine si unde sunt in ideea ca va da bir cu fugitii cand va auzi ca am un copil. Am inceput sa ne intalnim insa nu-i povestisem despre problema Emei si mult mai tarziu i-am aratat si copilul meu. A indragit-o pe loc. A vazut ce inseamna terapie, cum sa reactionam in anumite situatii, cum o poate ingriji ( la baie, la masa , afara etc). Am ezitata mult sa iau o decizie, ma gandeam ca trebuie sa-mi port singura crucea, ca daca tatal ei nu se implica cum se poate implica altcineva...insa atunci cand imi era mai greu el era alaturi de mine si ma incuraja. Chiar daca a asistat la tot felul de situatii ciudate si uneori greu de acceptat ( tipete in noapte, ras si plans aparent fara motiv, muscaturi pana la sange si zgarieturi etc) a fost alaturi de mine si mi-a creat sprijinul de care aveam nevoie, mi-a aratat ca ma poate sustine sa nu clachez. Am intemeiat o familie si ma temeam sa nu fou judecata pentru ca am avut curajul sa am inca un copil sa am o familie...insa povara era prea grea pentru mine si de multe ori ma copleseau problemele. Nu am rezolvat problemele Emei, in continuare avem nevoie de sprijin material si moral, insa am rezolvat un pic problema stabilitatii emotionale si a sigurantei ca am pe cineva care ma ajuta in viata de zi cu zi. Din pacate timpul trece, Ema se mareste si eu nu mai pot sa fac fata tuturor situatiilor. Sper din suflet sa pot face mai mult pentru linistea Emei si a intregii familii. Sotul meu ...e deosebit, si putini s-ar inhama intro situatie atat de complicata...&lt;/div&gt;Faptul ca o iubeste pe Ema si o ajuta , ma face sa cred ca am facut o alegere potrivita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;, sper din suflet sa fim uniti si intelegatori ca pana acum, sa mergem mai departe si sa ne bucuram de copii pana la adanci batraneti. Asa sa ne ajute Dumnezeu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-3092586738855558515?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nu stiu cum sa povestesc ca m-am obisnuit cu ideea ca am un copil special si ca niciodata nu va reusi sa se incadrezea in limitele normalului si totusi incerc in fiecare an sa fac si altceva pentru Ema in afara de terapia ABA. E complicat sa povestesc despre terapie...acest mod de "dresaj" al copilului.  &lt;br /&gt;Cand Ema avea 3 ani am mers cu ea la Bucuresti sa ii fac investigatii. Voiam sa stiu ce se intampla cu ea deoarece devenise nervoasa si nici nu reusea sa se faca inteleasa, achizitiile ei verbale erau extreme de reduse Puneam starea ei pe lipsa tatalui, si absenta parintilor mei careau avut grija de ea de cand s-a nascut si au murit cand Ema avea 2 ani si cateva luni. Diagnosticul a fost dur, insa in acel moment nu am costientizat ce inseamna AUTISM. Mi-a trebuit cca 1 an sa recunosc problema si sa ma mobilizez ca sa fac ceva pentru copilul meu. Terapia ABA este metoda care o ajuta sa invete sa se descurce singura, sa comunice , sa se integreze. Fiind singura, a trebuit sa imi spun povestea vietii in presa si TV asa am gasit oameni care sa ma inteleaga si care sa ma sprijine moral si material, am cautat terapeuti , coordonator de programe si am inceput drumul lung ce se numeste ABA(Applied Behaviur Analysis - terapia comportamentala aplicata ) in octombrie 2006. Drumul e lung, costisitor si neintrerupt Vacantele Emei se numara in zile maxim 5 saptamani pe an NU imi permit sa ii intrerup programul deoarece se pierd foarte repede achizitiile si trebuie exercitiu mult. In acest timp am urmat tratamente homeopate scumpe, evaluari si chiar am fost in Anglia unde speram sa reusim sa ramanem pentru ca Ema sa beneficieze de un program specializat intr-o scoala speciala pentru copii cu autism, dinpacate nu intotdeauna am luat cele mai bune decizii, am infruntat rautati si compasiuneinsa am mers mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Urmatorul pas este un transplant de cellule stem, pentru care trebuiesa ma zbat sa strang 9000 euro. Pana acum Ema a facut progrese, merge la scoala speciala unde este clasa a II-a,insa este departe de varsta reala.&lt;br /&gt; In tot acest timp, de cand am inceput terapia ABA si m-am zbatut sa ma fac intelasa , un OM a stat alaturi de mine , m-a incurajat si desi de multe ori nu intelegea problema Emei, a iubit-o si o iubeste ca pe propriul copil. Nu este singurul caruia ar trebui sa-I multumesc, insa acest om s-a inhamat la problemele mele si am reusit sa facem o familie, echilibrul de care Ema are nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziua Internationala de Constientizare a Autismului&lt;/strong&gt; este marcata peste tot in lume. Se fac discutii si se incearca informarea despre acest...sindrom. Parintii copiilor cu autism se simt un pic bagati in seama pentru ca li se acorda atentie in aceasta zi si se vorbeste frumos despre lupta lor, despre performantele copiilor si speram ca si autoritatile sa fie sensibilizate si sa faca ceva pentru a usura povara parintilor si a imbunatatii calitatea vietii copiilor cu autism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1403969441066038641-3495551527133995997?l=florina-emilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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