Autistic SonGraham Lester tells
what it's like:
When we go for a walk, I follow him like a Buddhist monk following some enlightened Master. I can’t reason with him. I have to follow his lead, and only intervene to prevent him from getting into trouble. Every time I turn my back, he’s putting some new plant in his mouth.Graham's blog is one of the most fascinating out there, because he's interested in (and fairly knowledgable about) virtually everything under the sun.