Let’s spend money on autism support, not conspiracy theories
I spent many sleepless nights in the months after my son’s autism diagnosis fretting whether I could have done something to prevent it. I recounted, in obsessive detail, the course of my pregnancy, the birth, and the two years of child-rearing that led to the moment when our pediatrician confirmed my fears — and life as I’d known it tilted off its axis. In my spare waking hours, I pored …
