That’s what it feels like most of the time telling someone you have a child who is on the Autism Spectrum. Sometimes it’s like admitting you have a problem, like being an alcoholic or drug user, who is trying to sober up or stay clean. It’s like a confession; like you’ve admitted to some deeply held secret.
And then you wait for the face. The other persons face. The eyes instantly narrow a little as the mouth opens slightly, and from it comes the sound “oh'”! Pure pity. The other person, whetheRead More →