I genuinely try to keep a good sense of humor about the things going on in our lives. I think that’s come through very well in the majority of what I write. There’s enough horrible things in the world that something like this – having a relatively high-functioning autistic son – is a minor speed bump in an otherwise pretty decent life. It’s not like we’re dealing with a fatal illness, with poverty, with hunger, with homelessness or the scourge of war.
No, it’s just a clump of small problems that tend to wander around as a mad little mob, waiting to pop out at the odd times.
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