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| Ms. Dang Koe with son Gio |
Sensing something was wrong with him, we rushed him to the hospital. On our almost half-an-hour ride, he would go back to staring after short distractions. I raised his right arm; it remained suspended in air until I moved it down.
While hospital staffs were attending to my son Gio four years ago, during what could be a “seizure attack,” I started crying. Will my son’s autism regress further? I scrutinized him as he moved slowly from a wheelchair to his hospital bed. Images of another boy with autism and epilepsy haunted me – slow awkward motor movements, head leaning on one side, mouth open, blank stare… all the time. I thought before nothing could be more painful than being handed down a diagnosis of autism for my son. The thought of Gio not biking, not swimming, not laughing, not smiling, … that is like taking the lights out of my cheerful boy, albeit with autism.
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