When I first felt ready to open a book on autism, I combed through the medical and child-rearing sections at the local bookseller. I found 2 books.
How could that be?
Weeks later, when I was wandering around looking for horse books, I stumbled upon a crowded end shelf: "Special Needs". It was shoved somewhere in between school workbooks and dog training.
I got up on my tiptoes, so as to see across the abyss to the books on cancer and pregnancy and terrible twos.
So that's how it is.
I did buy Jenny McCarthy's book Louder than Words. Good stuff. bring kleenex.
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