An Open Letter to my Youngest

A few weeks ago, our youngest son, Jeremy, who has Autism, confided in his therapist that someone had called him "Autistic Jeremy," and called his attention to the fact that not everyone needs a therapist, but he does since he has Autism.

He asked her what that meant. He asked her why he needed a therapist. My heart broke as she described his sense of panic, shame and confusion. When asked how we should proceed, I explained that we don't hide things from our kids, and that I'd like him to know exactly how God created him. With that as a background, here is an open letter to my precious son.

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My dear Jeremy,