I was up late last night and saw the beginning of the 1963 movie A Child Is Waiting.
I had to turn it off, it disturbed me so much. Because the opening sequence haunted me. If we'd had James 40 years ago, he would have been that boy and we would have been told that our best hope was to institutionalize him.
Our sunny, funny, smart James.
Seriously, I have tears in my eyes as I get shivers down my spine, just thinking about it.
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