First of all, don't believe a damn thing you hear on Larry King. Oy. He managed to find two of the biggest wingnuts in all of the US to be the voices of autism. Fucker.

Landru has summed up my feelings on most of the issues brilliantly here. Then, if you just want to understand the concept of nerodiversity and why it's a good thing, not a bad thing, go to Kathleen Seidel's site here. I will warn you, though, some of her research will make you want to throw things at men named Grier and others. The UK perspective--and a damn smart one at that--can be found at Kevin Leitch's site here. For one of the all-around best medical/science bullshit debunking blogs on the planet, go read Orac here.

Then go hug your kid. I would hug mine right now, but he's at the Chattanooga Aquarium, checking out God only knows what and telling who knows what kind of stories to perfect strangers. Yesterday, my Asperger-diagnosed son, who is seven, used the words "clever" and "alas" in conversation on his own. Just because they were the best words he could think of. "Wow, Mom, those egg hiding places sure are clever!" and "Alas, my mom never lets me have those". Cure? Hell, no. I want what he has. I think I might have used the word clever conversationally for the first time as an adult and I'm not sure I've ever use alas unless I was being an overdramatic smartass.