At just shy of four years old, my beautiful son has finally been diagnosed with an ASD.
I first bought a book called "Could it be Autism?" when he was 13 months old. I have known at a visceral level since he was a tiny baby. He needs this and I'm relieved the professionals finally agree.
I'm also devastated, beyond gutted that my baby has this incurable, lifelong condition. I have flashes of feeling immensely sorry for myself, and for him. But he's happy. And deeply loved. Such mixed feelings.