I broke out into a cold sweat just reading your story.
Two years ago we lost our boy with special needs, at 11 years old, the size of an eight year old, and he didn’t speak to most people, so we were panicking. It was after a fireworks display with hundred of people getting up to leave at once, and we each thought he was with the other. We went through all of what you went through but only for 15-20 minutes that lasted several hours in my mind. I could barely speak myself to describe him to everyone that was helping, and I was sobbing. Getting him back into my arms I literally couldn’t do anything but hold him and cry. (He DID go to a uniformed person like we taught him, and he DID speak, we were so proud) It is such a blessing to all of a sudden be saved from a forever hell.
Thanks for sharing your story, Yaelle.
We were both spared from an unimaginable future, thanks be to God.
Your son has an amazing Dad.