"It was not the end of the world. It was not a death sentence. It was a much deserved beginning."
I can not remember the exact date when I got his diagnosis.
I sat in the cold office, in an unusually clear day, in Hawaii.
Will sat in the waiting room engrossed in his book as usual.
Doctor entered with a thin manila folder and sat across me.
I held my breath fidgeting in my seat.
"You're son has aspergers." Doc said.
My heart sank as I sat there holding back the tears.
I was not surprised at her diagnosis. I expected as much.
There was a name.
I could finally start doing things for him that would make a difference.
I could stop blaming myself because it was not my fault.
I did not know much about the disorder. But it was a start.
I only wished I had the diagnosis earlier because I fear he suffered much due to my ignorance.
With that aside, it turned out to be a very clear day for both of us.
We have been learning, coping, and growing ever since.