My father died many years ago. He never met my husband, our son nor, of course, our grandson. He would not have heard of autism, let alone faced the difficulties it throws up. He was quite a strict man who expected unquestioning obedience from his own children, but I can imagine him being much more tolerant and undemanding of grand- and great-grandchildren. In fact I would like to think he would be our Boy's champion. He certainly would have stood no nonsense from those finger-pointers and judgmental starers!
John Williams' letter moved me so much that I've already ordered the book. I hope it will help me explain to others the joys and sadness of seeing life through our Boy's eyes.
Manchester Arena - suicide attack
Neighbour - "damage is done"
Kitchen? Pantry? - my nan called it...