I HAVE SPENT A LOT OF TIME thinking about you, the reader, and about your child. I imagined sitting with you on my deck looking at Mt. Hood or the fog that might be blocking it. I would share the successes and failures along my journey as Billy Ray’s mom. Mostly I would listen to you vent, because that is probably your least-met need. The pat answers given to parents would only leave you frustrated, so I would avoid those. There would be comic relief sharing stories of how we have felt misunderstood by even those we expected to understand and the cute things our kids had done. Above all else, you and I would both feel some familiarity with each other’s situation. We would be kindred spirits—which are not so easy ...