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I remember when Matt was little how important it was to find the right doctor. We had found a good one - a family practitioner who listened to me about my autistic son back in a time when no one had even heard of that diagnosis. I remember helping him understand my son a bit better: textures, light, sounds, etc., were difficult for Matt to endure, he didn’t respond to pain, he didn’t speak. All these things were as unfamiliar in their description as the diagnosis to his doctor....