'Instead Of Our Visits, I Sing To Him’: What The Pandemic Means For A Mom And Her Autistic Son

Every Sunday, my husband and I drive 45 minutes from our house in Cambridge to our son Finn’s residential home in Framingham.

Finn is 12. For the last three years, he’s lived there with eight other boys. They are kids, like him, who attend the New England Center for Children. It’s a school that serves children with autism.

Finn lives there because his needs are beyond what we can provide. It would be physically dangerous for us, and for him, to keep him at home.