Andrew was seven years old when David was diagnosed. It was a difficult time for all of us, but I originally underestimated the effect that the diagnosis would have on Andrew. I did not think that he was really old enough to understand what was happening, until several weeks later when he asked if David had the type of "handicap" (a word that I don't recall having used) that would allow us to park closer to the store. Maybe some additional explanation is required, I thought at the time.
I learned that I can help David with daily things. David can help himself with daily things. We can help each other with daily things. And we know that together.
Now David has shown me the meaning of recovery. He has shown the world freedom. He will show the world the meaning of Autism.