Sitting poolside with my daughter the lifeguard, was watching athletic 90 years olds training for a senior swim competition. A good-looking girl was coaching a boy in the pool and then they sat near us. The boy opened a large plastic folder with colorful cards sticked in with velcro. Old Jews are permitted to talk to strangers, so I asked her what does he collect? No, it is not a collection, he speaks with plastic cards. Koko shed a tear remembering the times when she too spoke with cards. Is he by chance a talking gorilla, I asked. No, he is autistic. The cards are PECS, an alternative communication system. Today I learned that autists swim.
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If autism existed in previous generations, I bet the prescribed treatment was a thorough beating.
Worse. The Beduins tie the ill child to a tent post and throw them food like a dog. No, a dog is useful and happy.
Worse. The Beduins tie the ill child to a tent post and throw them food like a dog. No, a dog is useful and happy.
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