Bill's Musings

Two years ago, we drove to Montreal, my wife and two kids and I, My oldest son, Alex, had turned 18, and thus required a re-assessment for his autism. The government needs to be reassured when someone who was born with autism that at 18 they still have it…as if it had magically disappeared through some strange twist of fate. It’s kind of a slap in the face, really. But it’s necessary. And so we set off to see one of the most esteemed psychologists in the field, a person we hold in high regard, as my wife has met her and had come to know her very well through various conferences and such. To be able to have an assessment done by her is an honour indeed.

There was however a second reason we were seeing her. My wife and I had been married for 19 years by this…