Twelve years ago today, Seton was officially diagnosed with autism. On paper, it was a sentence. A label. A medical moment that fit neatly into a chart. In real life, it was the beginning of everything. Seton was two. He wasn’t talking yet. He communicated with pictures, routines, movement, joy, frustration. He bounced. He ran.Continue reading
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