Like a person offered to swallow a red pill or a blue pill, I could choose to see my daughter's differences as bad; I could strive toward the goal that her therapists called, "You'd never know." They loved to pat themselves on the back when they could say about a kid, "You'd never know he was' delayed 'or' autistic 'or' different. '" I could believe that the good path was the path that erased as many differences as possible.
Podía elegir ver las diferencias de mi hija como malas, podía tratar de alcanzar la meta que sus terapeutas llamaban "nunca sabrías". Amaban autofelicitarse cuando podían decir de un niño: "Nunca sabrías que tiene 'retraso' o autismo o que es' diferente '". Podía creer que el buen camino era el que borraba la mayor cantidad de diferencias posibles.