Dear Therapist, Something happened last night that made me think of you. Funny how I may not remember your name, but every now and then, I think of you and that day we met all those years ago.
I was so full of hope that rainy Tuesday afternoon when I walked into your office. My son was 2 and had just been diagnosed with autism.
His pediatrician recommended that I bring him to you for occupational therapy assessment. She told me you had decades of experience, and knew a lot about children with autism.
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