I didn’t want to believe that my daughter was autistic, but getting the diagnosis has helped us both
The psychologist’s waiting room was dim and cozy but my
daughter was impatient, running up and down. Several doctors came out to see
who was causing the ruckus. Finally, my daughter’s psychologist came out. She
sat quietly observing my daughter for a few minutes, jotting down notes and asking
me questions.
Finally, I blurted out, “Doctor, is my daughter delayed?”
When she said … Read More