Ds really struggles to speak unless it's football spiel where he basically repeats lots of football statistics and dresses it up as conversation then a stuttered yes/no or most likely don't know (because he doesn't have to elaborate) is the best we get.
He does email to ask questions which is hugely useful and finds it better if we respond by email because he understands better then too and occasionally we get a letter like today stuck on the bedroom door.
These letters are beautifully written, he has a way with words and so insightful of his own difficulties and how we handle them.
I could cry because this beautifully eloquent young man must be so frustrated that he can't hold a simple conversation.
Today's letter talks of his plans to finish his book (yes he's writing a book) and pondering how to get it published and things that bring tears.
Not sure what else to say but Fucking Autism 