My son

What follows is a very personal post. Im not really sure why Im posting it. I guess i just want to get this out....... For a few days now, I've been thinking about talking to my readers about my son. My son is four years old, with kinda dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His name is Joey, and as any mother or father can understand, he is the center of my life. I guess my desire to talk about him stems from the fact that on my blog I dont have to listen to anyone try to convince me that everything will be fine blah blah blah. My son is autistic ( or so the doctors claim, but thats a whole different subject) He has the vocabulary skills of a 18 month to 2 year old. He attends a special ed class at preschool and gets speech and occupational therapy. For 2 years I let everyone around me tell me that my son was fine. I ignored that voice inside me that said something wasnt right. When he didnt start talking by 2, I let people convince me that he was just a late bloomer. I failed myself, and worst of all I failed my son. He is improving now, but it makes me crazy to think I lost so much time. Autistic children do better the earlier they recieve the necessary therapy and interventions. I guess this is my insane way of telling my readers to never doubt their instincts when it comes to their children.