This article was originally published on the College Park Patch as part of the weekly column by Gretchen Schock, Parenting on a Tightrope.
My youngest son, Z, has spent years sitting in waiting rooms while
his brother has speech therapy, behavior therapy or occupational therapy
sessions. I’ve always tried to make the wait enjoyable, packing special
toys just for him.
I've spent countless hours worried that Z would resent his brother.
It often feels as though our world revolves around the Autism Spectrum
and doing things that L will be able to tolerate or that he will be able
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