The Boy is 10 years old. Yesterday evening, he had that look on his face like he'd done something wrong. I asked him what was the matter. He told me he'd had a dream. He said in his dream he was bigger and he "touched a lady's boobs, but I only did it because she asked me to". He had that confused look on his face like he'd done something wrong. I said that's okay, and now he was older he might have dreams like that now and again. The relief spread across his face and he grinned from ear to ear: "I remember all that dream. It felt like 'for real life'!"
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.