I received a call: “Adi screamed and passed out”. That’s how it all started. I arrived at the hospital at the same time as the rescue. In the meantime, Adi had recovered, and the doctor explained to me that it was a “crying crisis”, nothing serious. By the evening there were two more seizures, with loss of consciousness, and also by the evening I found out that they were actually epileptic seizures. I was praying it was a dream and I would wake up… It wasn’t like that. For six months, being in the hospital, the guardian angels in white coats tried to establish the therapeutic scheme by which to stabilize and prevent the occurrence of epileptic seizures. I only remember the countless screams and sleepless hours in the hospital and I still remember my sister coming in the evening and walking him by the hand through the hospital park. The epileptic seizures eventually stopped but the screams for unknown reasons continued for another two years. Around the age of 4, the suspicion of ADHD appeared for the first time, followed relatively quickly by the diagnosis of autism. I didn’t have time to cry out my pain, only the white threads betrayed me. With many hours of therapy started at the age of 4, what some doctors already considered a miracle happened: he started talking! I would have wanted it to be “mom”, but it wasn’t like that, just “hello” spoken with great fear… maybe not by chance, it was a greeting for this world in which he was trying to make his way.