Notes From the Underground: Well, Not Anymore

Every few years, I take a stab at writing a book about autism. 

Caring for a loved one with autism has been my life for twenty years. There isn’t one day that hasn’t been touched — for good or for bad — by autism. On some days, I struggled to communicate with someone, who seemed to speak a different language than I did. On others, I was amazed by the beauty and originality of his mind. In the past few years, my usual advocacy efforts to get him the right help from a public school district was amplified. All that experience should add up to a book, I thought, and even went so far as to write a few book proposals — an arduous endeavor; don’t do it.

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