A few months ago, I watched a home video on Facebook. It really disturbed me, and to this day, it still weighs on my mind.
It was Christmas time, and the family was gathered in Grandma’s living room. There were untouchable trinkets EVERYWHERE (because, well, it’s Grandma’s house).
Santa was also there to visit with the children, and a little girl was sitting on his lap. In the background, I could hear a boy crying.
I couldn’t see the child, but I gathered that he was autistic from the caption of the video. It read, (and I’m paraphrasing from memory)…
“…This shows how autism can steal away happy moments for our family…”