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Our oldest son has Autism. To call his meltdowns "fits" does not do them justice. We are in a much better place now, but when he was little it was rough. He was not spoiled, not bratty, not mean. But he reacted to things others might consider "little" in such an explosive way, that we were definite head turners wherever we went. Now, here he is. Sitting at the table alone. I'm not having to sit beside him, to bribe, threaten or wheedle. He is doing what thousands of other kids are doing. And they are all hating it. But he is doing it. He's in the ring, with his head up. No complaining, no tantrum. I honestly wasn't sure we would ever be here... But we are. He works so incredibly hard. And I am immensely proud of him.

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