Since my autistic son was born
I’ve learned to rope off the soft parts of my heart
And I work to construct meaning from his ill fate
To carve some victories of his disability
My fear is he will have no one
Left out, shunned
His friends only those
Who also wait for what never comes
But I cannot abandon Joey
To a world he does not understand
So I look for gifted caretakers
I can only hope the privileged ones will be kind
[There has been a 1600% increase in autistic births the past decade, 80% of them males. My son Joey is one of them. Both the cause and cure are unknown. We do, however, know the heartache and frustration. There is an 85% divorce rate of the parents of autistic children]
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