Two kids, boy and girl, four years apart. So similar in so many ways, so different in others, both with Autism. Post-bath time comfort, watching a Scooby Doo cartoon, laughing then stimming a bit with excitement (Isaac clenches his hands together, Olivia makes a happy humming sound in the back of her throat).
My husband comes into the kitchen and says "Do you think they will call each other one day and talk about all of this?". Share stories of how it is to get through life with this little blip in their software systems?
I think so. It made me feel better that, like all soldiers, they will share war stories and help each other get on with their lives.