How do I deal with autism and various hells? I remember what is real and I hang on to it like well, hell. What is real, you ask? THIS, this is real: When I hear my boy's classmates call out his name asking him to come play on the slide with them, unprompted, spontaneous. The realization that they just want to play with my little boy. And the smile on my little boy's face. And when I ask him if he's happy and he responds "a-pee." This is real. And I hang on to this moment. For dear life.
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