My cell phone rang with a call from “Home.” “Hello, this is the Autism Association. Would you like to get rid of your daughter’s autism?” Across my kitchen, I spied the caller: my 11-year-old autistic daughter, Sophie.
She watched me with a sly smile, acknowledging the ruse. “No,” I said. “She would not be my wonderful daughter without her autism.” “OK, bye!” She hung up.
I rushed across the room to squeeze her and tell her that I would never want to change who she is. I hope this is a consistent message, but fear it is muddled by all of the interventions in her life, like learning supports, speech and occupational therapy.
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