It was 14 years ago that I sat in the exam room of a pediatric neurologist in Tucson, Arizona. I tried to talk quickly to him about the reason that I was there, because the reason that I was there was sitting by himself out in the waiting room. There sat Aaron………..or at least I hoped he was sitting and not roaming……….all by himself while I tried to convey to this new doctor our concerns for Aaron. There were things that I didn’t want Aaron to hear coming from his mother’s lips. I didn’t mind talking in his presence about the seizures that he had battled for 7 years. Seizures were out of his control……..out of our control………no matter what drugs he was currently taking. Seizures were a medical issue. But his behaviors that were increasingly disruptive and odd…….his social awkwardness and lack of friends during this pivotal time of…
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