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If I were ever to become a father, I knew I wanted a son.
I’d grown up as one of four boys (the only females in our family were my mother and the cat), and that, combined with years of organized sports and outdoor activities, as well as a stint in the military working in an area open only to males, made it a literal no–brainer for me –– an assumption that not only didn’t require any thought, but that never really even considered the idea that anything different could ever be the case. When our son Jack was born in 2009, it seemed like a natural thing that he would grow up to enjoy many of the same things that I had as a boy and young man, which I thought to be synonymous with being a growing boy: throwing the baseball and football; swimming; trying various sports and activities; hiking, camping, climbing, rapelling, and enjoying the great outdoors; and so much more.
In other words, I was expecting what I grew up thinking was a typical male child. As it turned out, I was wrong.
At three years old, Jack was diagnosed with autism…
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