April. April showers. April fools day. Tax day. Earth day. Now April is Autism Awareness Month. If you are affected by Autism, you are already aware. Well aware. Every single day. All negativity aside, we choose to see the positives and our lives are sweetly enriched because of it. Would I change my autistic person, trade him in for a neurotypical version? Not on my life. I hesitate to write much about our experience these days. Writing is therapy to me, but this isn’t just my story. It’s my son’s, too, and I don’t want to disregard his right to privacy for my own benefit. I nonchalantly announce, “April is Autism Awareness Month. I want to blog about it but I would want to mention you. Would that upset you?” He looks at me blankly and utters a matter-of-fact “no,” while he methodically jumps on his exercise trampoline that has been situated in our family room for over a decade and a half. His long, skinny arms rhythmically flail in the air. His face displays …