With all due respect to Dr. Temple Grandin and other self-advocates, when there is a pill to cure my son’s autism, I will shove that medicine down his throat so fast. So fast.
And when he’s normal (we all know what normal is, people), when he’s finished college, and he’s got a job (however meager) and he’s fighting with his spouse and picking up poop from his dog in his own yard and his car is having mechanical trouble and he’s trying to figure out how he can afford Ravens tickets this year and he wants another loan, I will handle his anger over being cured.
I can handle that. It’s this current state of affairs that I’m struggling with.