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Two brothers embrace in a tight hug while on a walk outside

Before I Understood My Son’s Autism

“Back when it was just a word on a piece of paper slid across the table to us, I thought it was something placed upon my 3-year-old’s shoulders, weighing him down. I thought it was something we could fix. Or change. That there was a part of him that was not autistic. One we just had to find.”

‘They used to fit between my elbow and fingertips, now they tower over me like gentle giants. They fill my soul as I watch them love and adore the partners they do life with.’: Mom shares the joys of raising boys

“They used to fill their pockets with rocks, sticks, flowers, and bugs. They used to sing me silly songs, tell fart jokes, and dance like goofballs. Now, they blow me away with their insight and wisdom. Now, they are strong enough to carry me on their back, both literally and figuratively.”

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