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.)[1]

And passes it up.

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