Happy New Year(s): Peering into the Future of my Autistic Son
On the tail-end of our Central Coast vacation, I awoke last night to the sounds of merrymakers welcoming the new year–hooting, honking–which was quickly covered by the slow motion heartbeat of the Pacific Ocean. I fell back to sleep, waking up a few minutes ago with a concern that will never change. How will my boy fare as he grows up? Will he have psychological problems? What will be his needs? All of my worries are fodder for Google
