Table of lights 

This was taken at the local children’s hospital (at which we spend so much of our time).

Frances was there to see her occupational therapist who has most recently helped Frances with having her hair brushed.

She’s playing at the touch-enabled light table. If we only had one of those!

Early on

 
One thing I found unusual was that she did not want to be held by anyone (at times, even by me). She arched her back as if to get away, and immediately cried or shrieked until she was comfortable again. This continued throughout toddlerhood and the preschool days. 

At this point, she does not like to be touched unexpectedly; when asked for a hug, she usually just leans into the person if she responds at all. (Hugging others spontaneously when she wants to, however, is another subject for another time.)

I do sometimes, in a low mood, think back to the times when one of our relatives told me that it was my fault that Frances wouldn’t let anyone hold her.

In those days, at any rate, we were several years away from a diagnosis.