Anyway, we go back about 16 years, to when both our sons were in a therapeutic nursery together. Yes, "therapeutic". Both our boys are autistic. We met when we were both at about the lowest point we've ever been at in our lives. Totally devastated, absolutely no idea what to do or think or how to go on living. She lived in New Jersey, I in New York, and if not for the fact that both our babies were behaving like raving lunatics, we never would have met.
And it wasn't just one friend-for-life made at this nursery. Three other of the best people I've ever met were also moms trying to come to grips with this mysterious disability that would be a part of all of our lives for the rest of our lives. Mothers-in-arms.
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