Every time I meet a college student with autism, I want to give them a hug.
Of course, for some individuals on the spectrum, the last thing they would want to do is get hugged by someone they barely know. Most of the time I refrain from doing so, but sometimes, as in the picture above, I can’t stop myself.
They give me hope for my son Griffin, a sweet and smart 4-year-old on the spectrum. I see them and I imagine Griffin waiting in line fifteen years from now to get his book signed by a visiting author. I see them and I imagine him getting that book signed and going off to his dorm where he’ll order late night pizza with his buds.
I see them and I smile.
(Photo courtesy of the Austin Peay State student newspaper The All State)