‘I think it’s autism.’ My wife and I heard those words a long time ago now, 13 years to be precise, but the gut-wrenching feeling never completely leaves you.
Sam was just three when he was diagnosed and the future for a time looked grim. He spoke only a few words and he could not sit still long enough to learn.
My wife, Benison O’Reilly, a contributor to Mamamia, quit her job and dedicated herself to running a home-based intensive early intervention program for Sam.
At six, he began kindergarten at a private special education primary school and we continued speech therapy and occupational therapy, eventually adding a psychologist for social skills. It was exhausting and horrendously expensive but through all this Sam continued to improve. How could we possibly stop?