
Autism is not a blessing but our children and marijuana are
“This is what he did to me last week,” she said, rolling up her to sleeve to reveal extensive bruising on her left arm. “I’ve been wearing long sleeves to work all week even though it’s ninety degrees outside.” She wasn’t referring to an abusive husband or partner. She was referring to her child, her son with autism. “This is our last chance. If this doesn’t work…” It’s a story I’ve heard in many variations as a doctor, one I’ve told myself as a mom. The details differ but t