We’re normal.

“The doctor asked if we’ve ever considered autism.”

It was six years ago now that Betty uttered those words. I sat and stared at him, my mouth hanging open. Inside, our oldest, who was our only at the time, was running around and jabbering in what my sister and I called Swahili because of how much it sounded like the beginning of “Circle of Life” from The Lion King. He only had a handful of real words under his belt and it was iffy on whether or not he used them in the right context. I worrie...