After years of telling doctors that something else was wrong, we were told that Aaron has Asperger Syndrome.  I was confused and scared, but I have come to realize that AS didn't change Aaron.  He's still the wonderful, strange, funny, little boy that I wanted everyone else to have a chance to love.  If anything the diagnosis has made it easier for a lot of people (but not all) to look past "odd" behaviors and see how fantastic Aaron is.

If anything I struggle with the idea that Aaron isn't "autistic enough" for me to be able to seek support and comfort in a community like this.  I can't explain the feeling.  I think it's insane, but that is where I am.  Maybe it's part of the process, maybe it's just me.