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The truth is that nobody wants to hear. Arm

When I was diagnosed with autism, my son was four years and had wandered around looking for information and shopping Santiago where he could receive.
had been, dysphasic, deaf, spoiled and although we knew that he had autism, we had not met anyone we corroborating.
At the time it took for febrile seizures wing Roberto Rio Hospital, specializing in children, and attributed to the fever because it does not speak.
When told to read from three years, I looked incredulous, and I did notice "it was impossible to agree to never talk."
Of all that has been 13 years almost. my son graduates tomorrow. If I could see their faces to the doctors I "advised" to leave him at home because there was no case with him, that I tried, it would never change ...
many mothers and / or parents have been with that diagnosis!.
Maybe they do not want to hear a truth that would be uncomfortable for them, that they know, but do not want to hear.
In my humble opinion and chair, I say down the brazos.Que never seek second opinions, they hit puertas.Ánimo.Fuerza.Siempre there is hope.
vencidos.Aunque Do not give the mountain, see high, we cruzarla.Quizá later than sooner, but ultimately we will achieve our goals.

Tomorrow begins a new etapa.No be like for the other s obesity anxiously awaiting the school, but will be best for my child.


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