TRUE-LIFE
Hearing a knock at the door, I opened it to see my son Oliver, 19, with a big soppy grin on his face.
‘You’re going to be a grandma,’ he announced.
‘Oh my God!’ I shrieked. It was autumn 2020, and as we were mid-pandemic I couldn’t even hug him.
But his dad Rob, then 48, and I were chuffed to bits.
Oliver hadn’t had it easy.
He’d always struggled with sensory overload.
Refused to sit with other kids in preschool, clamped his hands on his ears at loud noises.
Aged 12, after years of assessments, he’d been diagnosed with high functioning autism, ADHD and learning difficulties.
We got him into a specialist school by 14 and
