The Unraveling of Autism

I sat on an old black leather couch in our son’s new psychologist’s office, wondering what the future held. The psychologist explained she would write up the two days’ worth of testing results, and we would meet again to review. I noticed my fingernails digging into the worn leather as I asked if she knew what was going on with my son. She responded, “Oh yes, he has autism.” Tears streamed down my face as I saw our son playing on the floor. He has autism. I reminded myself that he was still the same sweet, funny, passionate little boy that walked into the doctor’s office that day, but now we knew.