Connection Therapy Clinic wasn’t born from a business plan. It was born from desperation, heartbreak, and determination. When my son was diagnosed with autism, I was suddenly thrust into a world that wasn’t designed for us — a world of waitlists, dismissals, and professionals who saw deficits instead of a whole, incredible child. I searched everywhere for a place that would see my son the way I saw him — full of light, potential, and joy. I didn’t find it. So I built it. Connection Therapy Clinic started in a tiny sublease with borrowed furniture and one guiding belief: that every child deserves to be understood before they are expected to conform. I didn’t come from a clinical background — I came from the marketing world — but I knew how to build vision, create momentum, and speak to people’s hearts. Most importantly, I knew what it felt like to be a parent in crisis, hoping someone would listen. The clinic is a reflection of that hope. Every color, every policy, every therapist, and every family touchpoint was shaped by the mom in me — the one who stayed up crying, researching, advocating, and refusing to give up. Now, Connection Therapy Clinic is a thriving, joyful, 5,000 sq ft space full of movement, mess, regulation, giggles, and breakthroughs. It’s not just a clinic. It’s a home base for families like mine who were told to adjust their expectations. Here, we rewrite those expectations together. And yet, there’s still more I want to share. But I’ll let you ask. Because the real magic happens in conversation.