Danny does have high-functioning autism.
There, I said it, and it only made me cringe a little. It's getting easier since yesterday. By tomorrow, maybe I will no longer have bile rise in my throat when someone says something stupid like "autism is God's way of showing us how special our children are."
And maybe the platitudes that "everything happens for a reason" and "God gives us our children because we can help them" won't make me want to scream.
Hopefully, I will no longer want to cry when someone says, "Isn't it better now that you know?" or "It doesn't really change anything, does it?" even though I know it's true.
And I am praying that these words of the doctor will stop ringing in my ears, "You have a 1 in 20 chance that your other son could have autism."