The Futures We Imagine When I was seven years old, my father and I would wake at five-thirty in the morning and walk to Nehru Park in Delhi’s Chanakyapuri. The city would still be stretching itself
When Krishna began speech therapy, he had excellent expressive language and poor communication. At the end of one year, he was nonverbal. And I love telling this to people and watching their expressions: Is she for
Why Parents search for answers beneath the spectrum There is a particular kind of archaeology that begins after an autism diagnosis. Parents become historians of tiny forgotten moments. We begin excavating old pregnancies, old prescriptions, old