<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Autism on Samarthya</title><link>https://samarthya.me/tags/autism/</link><description>Recent content in Autism on Samarthya</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>© Samarthya 2018-2026. All rights reserved.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2020 12:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://samarthya.me/tags/autism/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Never ..be</title><link>https://samarthya.me/posts/never-be/</link><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2020 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://samarthya.me/posts/never-be/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The date was set and the time was defined, nerves were there but so were the smiles.&lt;br&gt;&#10;The pain of wrong prognosis hadn’t set in, the malevolent doc had played her game.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>How much more can you take?</title><link>https://samarthya.me/posts/how-much-more-can-you-take/</link><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://samarthya.me/posts/how-much-more-can-you-take/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Most of the times it is my wife who is diligently taking care of my little devil and sometimes I tag along. She is the one who has taken up the mettle of enduring the mud and crap the society throws at her. She is the one who has even given me courage everyday. One such face-offs she had quiet recently was when she was out with my little one, on one of the usual evening outings. My daughter is restless, full of energy and obviously autistic. Her biggest shortcoming she is unable to learn the semantics of – what you call a normal conversation.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>