In 2003, Jocelyn gave birth to a son, Jack, her third child with husband P.J. Here, she writes about Jack’s autism diagnosis, six years after they were first told their daughter Lily was autistic.
One morning, when Jack was 13 months old, I noticed he was acting strangely. No longer a bright-eyed, smiley toddler, he went into a short trance, his eyes unfocused. He was also starting to fixate on strange things: two power points symmetrically placed on opposite walls in our lounge room. Repeatedly, he would walk from one side of the room to the other to examine them. My autism radar switched on.
I interrupted him and, as I had done with Lily, read to him by putting him on my lap facing me, so I could hold…
