For those of you that think you need to apologize when you find out my son has Autism, please don't. I don't understand why you feel you need to. Have you met my son? He is a freaking rock star. I adore him just as he is. Are you implying that the screaming, dirt eating maniac you call a child is somehow preferable to my sweet, even tempered, singing, snuggling, kissy, snugglebug? Because guess what? He's not. Sorry. He may have autism, but my child is way better than your child ever will be. Plus, I get 80 hours a month with the best Hab/Respite worker I have ever met. So, actually, I kind of feel sorry for you.