Today was a day. I don’t even know where to begin. There is so much to tell. How about I start with: my 19-year-old autistic son finished his first year of college, auditioned to switch his major, got accepted, and had his entire room packed when we arrived.
Then, in the car, he called and spoke on the phone to the woman in HR at the local grocery store where he applied to work this summer and set up an interview for 30 minutes after we got home.
After my son eagerly greeted his dog, he changed his clothes to something “more professional” and we were off again. I walked into Customer Service with him, they told him where the woman conducting the interview was waiting and off he went while I anxiously waited in the car.Read more on themighty.com