Rejoice for Three Friends

June 1, 2008 (from my diary)

My son had his 16th birthday party yesterday. He invited all the people he knew; three came. Thank God, he has three friends! My son has Asperger Syndrome. He was diagnosed at three and a half years old against the wishes of my husband who blamed me for being a refrigerator mom and making a mountain out of a molehill. I knew if I wanted to love my son, I had to understand him. And in those early days, as we entered into the trenches of autism spectrum disorders, I knew in my heart of hearts, something was deeply wrong.