I look at my youngest son as he studies. There is something about how excited he becomes when he talks about any variety of science that makes me smile. I can’t believe how much he has changed from a frightened child into a strong almost adult. At one time, he sported the Autism Spectrum moniker, which he himself stripped away. After having violent and terrifying hallucinations on Risperdal, he chose to never take a psychiatric drug again. I supported his decision because it was wholly logical and the “meds” never made his distress any better. It actually did just the opposite.