When the doctor first told me about E’s autism, I was fine and immediately made all the calls for the therapies the doctor suggested. Somehow, reading the letter we got today made it seem more real and I cried. Not at 4am, mid-evening time. I’m going to focus on filling out the paperwork for all of his ABA therapy, planning his birthday party and the good things. Like today, it’s wonderful weather and we spent time outside and went to the video store. He behaved well for both.