I was scared. “Ma’am, I don’t want to…” “Gayatri, why don’t you try? Just once?” I wanted to. Very much. But something held me back, something I did not have the words for at that age—the
“My son has stopped responding to his name. He has stopped looking me in the eye. I think he’s autistic. But I’m afraid to take him for a diagnosis.” “But why? A diagnosis may clear things
Children are society’s most vulnerable. And autistic children? Even more than “most.” A few nights ago, a friend shared a video. A horrible incident. In it, a so-called special educator thrashes a 10-year-old autistic boy in
Krishna, my 10-year-old son, is not “normal.” I wonder if your first reaction to this statement is: Why is she dissing her own son? I am not. Krishna is on the autism spectrum; he is neurodivergent.