I was sitting in my Epidemiology class, just jotting down notes, minding my own business. The professor started telling a story (for reasons that escape me) about her first job after college. The first place she ended up working at was at a mental hospital, where she worked with severely autistic children. Her description of them was that they needed to wear helmets because they would bang their heads against the wall.
Story time: When I was a kid (think ages one, or two), I used to bang my head against things. And people around my mom told her to get me tested for autism. She said that she wasn't willing to pay such a large amount of money to find out if I had a disease that couldn't even be cured.
