Ben and the Dads Matter group has been a blessing to me. Ben provided me with much needed practical information and encouragement during a very stressful time. And having the support of other dads who have had their own challenges and successes made a big difference as well.

Thanks, Warren.

Dads Matter has been so impactful to me in that it shows me I am not alone. Friends and even sometimes family have no idea of the struggle it is to raise a child with a diverse ability making the road isolating and lonely. This group is empowering to be a part of because it shows me that I am not alone in raising my child.

Thanks, Ben.

The Dads’ group has been a great place to go, to get good advice, to vent, or to gain comfort. Ben is very knowledgeable and well-connected, and has helped to connect me with valuable resources. Thanks to Ben and the Dads Sunday Group, I was able to connect with a couple of dads who also have kids with special needs. Our kids can have play dates without fear of being judged. 

Kind Regards, Brandon.

Only good thing to come out of Covid for me was access to Zoom. It provided another conduit for gathering information related to helping my daughter.

In a Zoom meeting with Plan I was introduced to  Dads Matter . My daughter is 39 so I have been in this game for a while, and I knew of nothing like this before. Access was easy and painless.

With the guidance of Ben , Dads Matter group has provided me with a  connection providing support, belonging and no judgement. I drop in when I can and it’s like getting together with old friends who are on the same path as me. This is the result of the group mentor Ben who leads the group no particular direction except inclusion. People are encouraged to purge their stuff.

I feel welcome and part of the group. I know of no similar resource that provides what Dads Matter does.

Tom 

Thunder Bay , Ontario.

My autistic son listens to the oldies,
digs that old time rock ‘n roll rhythm & blues.
My husband says it’s like our teen years
are hanging out in his room, coming from the radio –
When the night is dark, and the land is far
and the moon is the only light you see –
What misfired neurons cause him to shake
and fidget his fingers before his eyes,
call out in class when the teacher’s talking,
be out of synch with everyone else?
Up on the roof it’s peaceful
as can be, and there the world below
can’t bother me. When we’re gone, what then?
What slot will he fit into like a quarter
slipping in a jukebox for three plays,
slow songs you could dance to all night long?