The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
I know there are things that he doesn't get about my world. There are things about his world that I don't get. The things we do both understand, though, are special.
All the "Just For Men" hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can't shake me.
Everyone is on the same page in that we're all aware that autism exists. It doesn't mean that people accept it.