Izzy Baia is the phrase chanted by Brian O'Connor, a 16-year old autistic to his carer, Kevin Whelan. This is Whelan's account of the obsessive logic and ritualistic existence of a sufferer from autism and of the questions it poses about what is meant by what we call normal.
I can't even remember where this book came from, but I wish it had stayed there. A non-autistic man waxes lyrical about what he thinks it means to be autistic. To be fair to the author, the book is incredibly outdated and *everyone* was pretty ignorant about autism in those days. Many people still have a poor understanding, but it did show that we've come quite a long way, I suppose.