Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what type of ASD you’re gonna get.

High-functioning, low-functioning, medium-functioning. Severely autistic, mildly autistic. Verbal, non-verbal. Hand-flapping, wiggling mess. All I know is that P is gulping air still and producing lots of gas, burping, vomiting, and now he’s got a fever too. And not the type of fever that mellows him but the kind that makes him chant like a Native-American … Continue reading Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what type of ASD you’re gonna get.