Reclaiming Identity after Asperger's Syndrome

A mother hugging her smiling son(BlackDoctor.org) — Around our house, trains have faces, best friends and really important jobs to do.  They line up on the floor in my son’s bedroom, waiting for their turn to be the pick of the week. Some lay toppled on the floor with static smiles on their faces because maybe they know it won’t be long until Kaleb comes and couples them into two very premeditated rows. The trains line up according to their relationship with the other trains and their very important jobs.