Doug was my voice. He was my heart. I was his mind. He was brave and brash. I figured things out. I held him when he took his life.

Sherell Jacobson. November 3, 1928 - July 23, 2017

As a child, I needed three skills to effectively communicate with humans. First was the physical capacity to vocalize. Check. The next requirement was a reasonable vocabulary. Roger. The last ability was putting my voice together with the right language to express myself. Two out of three ain’t bad.

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It was 1971. It was nearly four decades before I knew I was autistic. It was 25 years before soccer moms. It was the year, on one particular day, I discovered magic inside my brain.