After my father died suddenly of a heart attack in his garden on a sunny afternoon in May 2007, I sat at my laptop, and the story of raising and teaching Ian poured out of me. Literally, poured, in one unbroken stream, over a period of two weeks.

This story covers everything: his birth, his autism diagnosis, the therapy programme we set up and the incredible progress he made, moving from South Africa to Ireland, and teaching Ian at home myself.

It is emotional, personal, and, hopefully above all, informative.