A reader writes:

I've been a reader for a few years now, but this one post is the one I'll remember when I think about how special your blog is. However, it should have come with a NSFW warning - tears are streaming down my cheeks as I type this, face averted so the boss can't see. I have a 14 year old with Asperger's and this son could be mine and this mom could be me.

Another writes:

Thanks for running this.  I lost my mother when I was 7.  My father died three years later. I lived in an orphanage in Chicago from shortly after my mother's death until I was 12. They didn't have a syndrome name for it back then, but I was a shy boy. I'm 54 now, married, no kids. After watching that piece two things occurred to me: I couldn't remember ever having that kind of conversation with a female elder in my life. And I had forgotten what it was like to have a mother.

And that brought me to tears.  Belated happy Mothers Day.

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