CHAPTER THREE: Reading and Choosing
The next morning after diagnosis, I call the regional Director of Keystone Area Special Education Agency, and talk my way through a single, amiable receptionist, Jo.
That’s my impression, perhaps mistaken.
I babble on and on about my son. I babble too much about who I am.
Jo writes a pink telephone message slip she marks URGENT: 3 year old son with Autism. What type programs do we have? (Think she is an attorney.)
And passes it up.