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How It All Began ...

I still remember that fateful day as if it were yesterday. It was the Friday before Labor day in 1995. Mark (my late husband) and I sat in the room at the Developmental Evaluation Center in Raleigh and heard the words “We suspect that your son is autistic” and then “He may never talk” and then “You will probably need to institutionalize him”. As the counselor continued with her dire predictions, I finally told her to “STOP!” and asked her to leave the room. I couldn’t stand to hear another word from her. Then I burst out sobbing.