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Mashiach is coming now, and he’ll make me all better! In a few hours I won’t have ASD anymore

“My son is autistic.” I heard the defensiveness in my voice, but also the plea. “Please don’t do anything, or say anything until I get there”

It was already too late. Chezky was oblivious to his inappropriate attire, joining the inner circle of dancing, before the eyes of one and all

When the great day final arrived, Chezky would be wound up like a spring, ready to jump into action — or to spiral out of control

Maybe I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but my niggling internal voices were getting stronger

“I apologize that this got so out of control,” he said softly. “Really, I wish it hadn’t ended like this”