Mar 9, 2019
6 min read
An Ocean of Hope, a Trickle of Means
A Grandmother told me, speaking of her autistic Granddaughter “She wants you to help her, she says you understand her.”
The autistic man looked up at me, smiled fleetingly as he glanced around the room, and said, “You know you’ve changed my life, don’t you?”
I met her at the door of her apartment. She looked disheveled, disconnected from the world outside her door, piles of…
