I later came to realize that in that brief moment, when I stared into his eyes, we were in the same place, at the same time. It's the first such memory I have with him. More would follow, but this was the first.
Autistic kids have been accurately described as "out of sync". Many times it seems like only their body is bound firmly and permanently to what everyone else sees as "reality". Their mind seems to skip along our reality, making only brief points of contact, like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond. Those of us who love and live with them are perpetually working to "synchronize" with them. We search for common ground in their world. We expend limitless effort in our attempts to teach them to make their encounters with "our world" longer and more frequent.