After a long, big hug, Grace was able to settle down and I was able to begin the workshop. I remembered when my son, Brandon was eleven and the hard times he and our entire family were facing. I knew exactly how she felt. Twenty-six years ago, there were very few people to talk, but now there are workshops, seminars, the Internet, and endless support groups, but it still is not easy.
My workshop lasted several hours and at the end of the day, Grace walked over to thank me for the workshop. She said, “You gave me hope, and most of all you have lived this for thirty-seven years and you have found ways to make it work for you and your son. You didn’t even find out your son had Asperger’s until he was thirty-two. I found out twenty-one years before you did. I am not too late.” “Yes, it is never too late to get help for our kids,” I replied.