And Jules was so excited, he seemed to be in Technicolor.
His smile filled the hollows of my bones with bliss.
The endless rejection, it’s breaking me down,’ he said finally.
Not one, but two of the mothers I’ve befriended through the National Autistic Society suggested that we take our sons to a brothel.
I mean, what kind of mother gives her son the sort of advice championed by Silvio Berlusconi? Soon after, I was driving past a red-light district near Liverpool Street station.
He knows the right temperature for sperm whales to mate and that seahorses are the only species whose males give birth.
He knows that ‘triskaidekaphobia’ means extreme fear of the number 13.
It also crossed my addled brain that I was contemplating an illegal act. Other mothers are over the moon when their sons get into Harvard or climb Mount Everest.
Kerb crawling for your child would prove a pretty hard concept to explain to a judge. But I have never been happier than the day my son got his first girlfriend.
No woman ever seems to pick up my signal.’It was true.
‘I just don’t seem to be on the same wavelength as girls my own age.
Luckily, the father involved was let off with a suspended sentence.
No doubt the bleak reality had been clear to the judge.
Even though we were sitting safely at our kitchen table, he looked as though he was being buffeted by the fiercest winds.‘If you’d known I’d be autistic, would you have aborted me? ‘I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment as a son.’After he’d gone to bed, I slumped down on the couch, buried my head in the cushions and cried my eyes out. I found myself confiding to other parents of autistic children and teenagers and realised they were going through the same angst.