When he was still very young, I noticed that my happy, outgoing son would move unsteadily, transformed with rage at some unknown thing. My heart ached when he asked me to make “it” stop. I had no idea what “it” was. But “it” got worse.
The professionals who talked to me about my son offered no translation or answers to these questions. I struggled and slowly learned. I was the active, involved parent that everyone says can make the difference. READ MORE