To the GP, J is a noisy, frightened, young man, who screams in her surgery.
To his paediatrician, J is a boy with autism and severe learning difficulites.
To my neighbours, J is the child that sings nonensical songs and repetitive phrases and wanders round the garden.
To his school, J is the boy that tries to queue up twice for more toast at snack time, and who loves computers....
To the strangers in the street, J is a boy who flaps his hands and sticks his fingers up his nose.
To my mum, Jis her eldest grandchild and the boy that rummages through her bag for "chocit egg" and who loves to go on long rambles in the forest.
To his brothers, J is the one that can't join in - in games and playtime.
To me, J is my son, my boy, my first born, my little man that has cheekiness in abundance and a complete hold on my heart.
To his paediatrician, J is a boy with autism and severe learning difficulites.
To my neighbours, J is the child that sings nonensical songs and repetitive phrases and wanders round the garden.
To his school, J is the boy that tries to queue up twice for more toast at snack time, and who loves computers....
To the strangers in the street, J is a boy who flaps his hands and sticks his fingers up his nose.
To my mum, Jis her eldest grandchild and the boy that rummages through her bag for "chocit egg" and who loves to go on long rambles in the forest.
To his brothers, J is the one that can't join in - in games and playtime.
To me, J is my son, my boy, my first born, my little man that has cheekiness in abundance and a complete hold on my heart.
