My boy... Shortly before his 5th birthday, my son told me that when he “grewed up” he was going to play ball at Duke University.   He would stand in front of the TV and jump up and down for hours while he watched college basketball.  He would read (yes, at 5) the ESPN Sports Almanac and memorize every record and every Final Four champion since 1939.  He was diagnosed with autism before he was 2.  I knew in my heart that he had the disorder.  Despite assurances from our pediatrician, my parents and family … [Read more...]