Our daughter Meredith was seven years old when a psychologist told us that she is autistic. Assuming that Meredith might have some garden-variety learning challenge, my wife Joy and I had sought testing for her. The word “autism” fell on us like a hammer blow.
Knowing little about the disorder, I imagined a bleak future for my little girl. And that parti…
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