As my 8-year-old son, Max, left my office with a friend for the day, I gave him a little hug. He doesn't hug back, but does his usual 'ow'.

I then gave him a kiss on the cheek, and told him I loved him and have a nice time. He waved back 'bye'.

Our company receptionist (she's a temp) says "he's really affectionate".

I'm confused and say "what?"

She repeats "he's really affectionate. I'm being sarcastic".

In my eyes my son is affectionate. When he lets me hug him, I see that as his way of showing that he cares.

I tell the receptionist that my son is autistic. A moment of discomfort flashes across her face. As I walk off, I ponder at what a difference perspective has on my situation.

Perspective. I can see the love from my son. An outsider can't. Which makes my son's love all that more precious.