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In the whirlwind of parenthood, nothing prepared me for the curveball of my youngest son, Ben, being diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). It wasn’t a smooth journey by any means. Looking back now, the signs were there—his struggles in daycare, the constant battles to soothe himself—but the diagnosis still felt like a sudden gust of wind knocking us off our feet.
As a benefit manager, I thought I had a handle on navigating complexities, but nothing quite prepared me for this. The endless appointments, the frantic searches for specialists, the sleepless nights wondering if we were doing