When we first received Dominic’s diagnosis of autism at age 2-and-a-half, my first thought was of him as an adult, sorting paperclips into boxes.
I thought he would never talk. I knew nothing at all about autism. I did grow up with a neighbor named Tommy who had intellectual disabilities and he would visit our home frequently.
This was the 1970s when those with disabilities were separated in school and many parents were told to institutionalize their children.Read more on themighty.com