Walking through the park, I sucked in a breath of fresh, clean air, and felt all my worries draining away.
Then a figure appeared beside me, tugging on my sleeve.
My son Jake, 10, was hovering nervously.
Diagnosed with autism at 8, Jake struggled in crowded or public places and suffered from anxiety.
While his big brother Ben, 13, bounced around happily, Jake was scared.
It broke my heart to see him on edge, unhappy. And he was getting worse.
So in December 2015, my husband Simon, 49, and I began researching online, looking for solutions.
‘Look,’ I said, passing the laptop to Simon.
‘What a great idea,’ he replied.
I’d stumbled on Autism Assistance Dogs, a charity that trains canines to provide safety and companionship for children with autism.…
