I Don't Need a 'Cure' for Autism Now; the Author of a Book about Her Two Autistic Sons Explains Why She No Longer Wishes for Them to Be 'Ordinary Boys'

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Byline: CHARLOTTE MOORE

FOURTEEN years ago, I gave birth to the most intelligent, handsome and charming child who ever drew breath.

All mothers believe this about their firstborns. But my absurd pride was reinforced by family, friends and even health professionals who were all struck by George's accelerated progress.

He smiled at three weeks, handled toys at eight weeks, enjoyed stories at three months. He stood alone at seven months, and took his first unaided steps on the day he was nine months old. He knew all his letters and colours at 20 months, and by two he could sing dozens of songs. He was happy, healthy and - it seemed - extremely sociable.

If I could have glimpsed his future, I would not have believed what I saw.

George now attends a special school. He can read and write, but only just.

It's most unlikely that he'll ever sustain a job or a relationship, or lead any kind of …