Luke-AutismMore than a million children in America are the autism spectrum. What happens when they come of age? Luke greets me in the hallway, thrusting a book in my direction, then snatches it back and darts into his room. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen him, and what I desperately want to do is grab him up and hug him till he howls. But because it’s been two weeks – and because he is autistic – I must begin again, from the start line, with my son.  His bedroom, per usual, is a hot mess. The floor is a Slip ‘N Slide of books he’s pulled down, most of them in greasy tatters.

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