My son, Simon, was diagnosed with autism on September 20, 2006.  My husband and I were so relieved to know there was a reason for his 45 minute tantrums.  We were desperate to stop my son's head banging sessions.  It was obvious the pillow-padded playpen could only protect his precious head for so long.  Our hearts broke each time our son begged us to put him in his playpen.  The rest of the world was just too overwhelming for Simon.  I longed to hold him in my arms to comfort him, but that was the last thing my son wanted.  Autism had my son and held him tight, but I was ready to walk through fire to tear him from it's grip.

It's been three years, and I have my boy back.  He's better, and better every day.  Here's a video of his first dance recital from Dec. 2008.  You be the judge.  Is autism winning?  I don't think so!