ABSTRACT
The message on my answering machine was to the point. ‘My name is Lorne. I want to speak to you about therapy.’ The voice sounded like a mature man. The words were spoken in a monotone, somewhat robotic fashion. Later, he told me he was ending treatment with Dr M, 60 miles from his home. This psychologist had evaluated Lorne several years earlier, giving him the diagnosis of Asperger syndrome. Closing his practice and suggesting Lorne nd a therapist closer to where he lived, Dr M referred him to me, since I work with individuals on the autism spectrum. Lorne and I began meeting once a week. He wanted help navigating his relationship with his parents, with his ‘meltdowns’ and developing the capacity to meet and marry a woman.
