Autism Pastor
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Autism Pastor

Four years ago, I walked into the office of my therapist. I sat down on her couch with my wife and I took a long, deep breath and slowly exhaled, waiting for some answers to my 36-year-long question. After what seemed like a lifetime, she grabbed her clip board and glanced over the multiple assessments we had completed in the weeks prior. She then looked up at me and uttered the three words that I had both worried about and wanted to hear: “Autism Spectrum Disorder” (ASD).