'A beautifully written and wonderful insight into the challenges, and yes the rewards of autism. We all need to read this book and be inspired by its uplifting message.' —Jon Snow
Description
Society disables us more than autism ever could
‘My brain’s still fizzing, my heart’s still sore and I’m already re-reading’ Sally Phillips
Virginia’s son Danny has a way of lighting up a room. He’s warm, personable and has an infectious laugh. He forms lasting relationships and has known his best friend since they were little. He is also nonverbal and autistic, and requires round-the-clock care and a liquid diet. And for this reason, there are many who would rather not encounter Danny.
Challenging the view that autism is something that needs to be ‘cured’, Virginia Bovell testifies to the extraordinary care Danny has received for over 30 years and the everyday kindness and decency of the people – ‘the band of angels’ – that surround him. She asks us to consider what makes a thriving individual versus an inadequate one; what it means to be ill versus what it means to not to conform; what roles society values and rewards; and how humans might flourish outside of failing political and economic systems.
'An inspiring testament and a celebration of neurodiversity.' Manni Coe, author of Brother. Do. You. Love. Me
Reviews
‘Passionate and informative… a learned, open-minded and balanced insight into the world of autism… Bovell writes heroically and with compassion.’ —Spectator
'A remarkable book that raises deep questions. Her [Virginia's] compassion for autistic people – in all their multiplicity – and the dedicated people who support them shines through. This book will inspire and educate.' —Prof Simon Baron-Cohen, Director of the Autism Research Centre, University of Cambridge
‘Moving and deeply thoughtful, Virginia Bovell writes about happiness and struggle with an evenly light touch. She has managed to entwine politics and heart, theory and lived experience so simply and seamlessly that each seems inseparable from the other. At last!’ —Sally Phillips