maxgran; he sounds just like my son, who is absolutely fine now. What was strange as he got older was that ,when speaking to him I sometimes didn't understand what he had said, and yet, if I spoke to him on the phone, I could. When he was little he used to get so frustrated, especially when I pretended to understand him, and he knew that I didn't.For some reason, he absolutely loved poetry when he was young; I bought him lots of poetry books about robots and things and read to him endlessly..not sure if it helped or not, but we both enjoyed it anyway. He always used to talk through me, because he knew people wouldn't understand what he said. Sometimes wonder if I could have done more to help him. I wish I'd known at the time that everything would be ok.
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