I'll Never Stop Believing In My Son With Autism

The day we heard “autism” was a sweltering summer day; the smell of summer rain that had just begun hung heavily in the air. The drive home was filled with the sound of the swish, swish of the wiper blades and my hiccupy sobs as I tried to pull myself

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