The other night, I had an unusually long conversation with my son, Danny who has autism. In all his 8 years, we have rarely had a lengthy talk, which has been a source of grief for me. I have always wondered what he is feeling and thinking; I want to understand where he is coming from so I can help him and so I can know him better.
When Danny was a toddler, he didn't speak. In fact, that was my first clue that something was different about him. Sure, he babbled, but at 2, he still hadn't uttered a single word. When he did expand his vocabulary, every word was a hard-earned achievement. We practiced and modeled speech for Danny hours every single day. I dreamed about the day that my son would be able to communicate with me.
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