Ok, the title is harsh. Do I mean it? Not really. Not most days. Not that I'll admit on my Facebook page. But when you find someone who is always calm, hangs on your every word, and strokes your child's hair while they're vomiting, you've pretty much found Prince Charming. My Prince C. is actually Dr. C., and here's why.
How often do you have to look across your desk at an anxious set of parents and tell them their child has autism? Based on the most recent statistics of 1 in 68, I'm guessing these conversations are quite frequent. I'm also guessing it doesn't get any easier, no matter how many times you have to do it.