Don't remember all of it, and don't want to. Joe had gotten off the bus too soon--and there was something about the driver being a substitute and being off the route--so he ended up in a really bad part of town. Joe had been on his own for six hours before I found him. He was fine, but I remember thinking how hungry he must be and wondering whether he had even been able to go to the bathroom.
I guess that's just part of having autistic kids--the constant worry about whether they are safe, whether other people are going to try to hurt them, what will happen to them if you're not around. And of course there will come a time when I won't be around. What happens then? Ahhhh.
