Mrs Price, your son has Autism. These were the words that froze me in time and changed my life forever, again. Sufficed to say this was the single most memorable day of my life. My youngest son, my baby, "Little Monkey" as I called him is autistic. The Doctor's news wasn't a true shock, more like confirmation of what I suspected. I knew in my gut he was on the spectrum. His symptoms were all too familiar. I'd seen those same symptoms in my younger brother as a baby, and in my oldest son, who is also on the spectrum with Aspergers Syndrome. That day was full of crying. I cried all day and all night. I blamed myself. I blamed my husband. I blamed everything. I couldnt understand why God decided I needed to raise a child with special needs. Eventually