Not a Refrigerator Mother

So I'm reading this. It's a ponderous tome. I'm halfway through it. Fascinating stuff, though I have to take it in small doses. As the mother of a child, now a young adult, who was diagnosed at age eight with an autism spectrum disorder, I feel an enormous kinship with the parents and children whose lives are documented here. At times disturbing and heartbreaking, at times triumphant and celebratory, always engaging.