Max was born when I was 46.

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Max was born when I was 46. When he was 2, the doctors were all but certain that he was, as they euphemistically say, "on the spectrum" for autism -- meaning somewhere on the milder side of the group of disorders that fall under the autism umbrella. At 2, he didn't speak -- not even "Da-Da" or "Ma-Ma" or "Please step out of the way, I am trying to watch 'The Wiggles,' thank you" (which, if he could have talked, was probably the statement he would have started with). He wouldn't make eye contact and he spent hours lying on the floor, rolling a toy car back and forth in front of his face. Quite an agreeable activity, I must say, having tried it a few times, but put it all together and, our advisers told us, it probably spelled Asperger's disorder, the mildest form of autism. Friends tried to reassure us. "Einstein didn't talk until he was 3!" they offered, unaware that Einstein, along with Andy Warhol and Andy Kaufman and other late talkers, most likely had Asperger's.