At a diner in Virginia Beach, David Roberts ate his eggs in quick, restless bites. His fork clattered against the plate. A bit of food landed on his shirt.
David was first tested at four, but it took more than two years, and multiple rounds of testing, before doctors said the word “autism.”
He’s 25 now, but for most of his time, the world was too loud. He couldn’t handle more than 90 minutes of noise or crowds. So David’s mother, Becky Roberts, kept him home, teaching him from kindergarten to 12th grade herself…