By Mariana Conde
My friend Concha calls me: Do you have time to talk? Of course, I answer.
After apologizing in advance for the crying that is sure to win her over, she tells me:
- Josephus has Asperger's.
- Did they just give you the diagnosis?
- No, not yet, but I know it. I've always known he has something, even if everyone tells me I'm crazy or exaggerating.
She tells me about the recent events at school and at home that brought her back to that conclusion, which she had suspected since her son, now 16 years old, was in kindergarten. She explains that, after days of reading specialized books and googling about the characteristics of individuals on the autism or Asperger's spectrum, she recognized her son in the latter.