Losing a Pet in an Autistic Household — A Quiet Week In The House

When our beloved seventeen-year-old cat was dying, Tyoma, our autistic son, reacted thus: “Oh. So, then we’ll get a new kitty.” No emotional depth. No concern. No sadness. This did not fool us. Kitty Pearl filled our son’s daily imaginings. Wobbly scratching posts and sinister-looking grooming contraptions were built in her honor. He wrote her […]

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