You got a friend in me

The Daily Telegraph - Review - - Books -

Al­though her son hops when he walks and avoids eye con­tact, Ju­dith New­man knows you can’t al­ways tell if a child is on the autis­tic spec­trum just by look­ing. But, af­ter years of school events, the New York Times colum­nist reck­ons she can usu­ally spot the moth­ers. Such a woman will have “skin a lit­tle ashier than the av­er­age woman her age, hol­lows un­der the eyes a lit­tle more pro­nounced, a smile play­ing about her lips as they dart about ner­vously, won­der­ing what might hap­pen next. She is some­times proud, some­times amused. She is never quite re­laxed.”

I’m one of those women and I think New­man nails our tribe per­fectly. Like much of her in­tense lit­tle book about her son, Gus, the pas­sage made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. So true. So funny. So hard.

New­man was 40 when she gave birth to her twins Gus and Henry in 2001. Her hus­band, a re­tired opera singer, was 69. It took seven years and $70,000 (£53,000) for them to get preg­nant. She ex­posed the in­ti­mate de­tails of her fer­til­ity treat­ment and un­con­ven­tional re­la­tion­ship with such bru­tal

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