Ray was your baby boy. He was 3, and had one of the highest levels of autism on the spectrum, affecting him lots.

Whether it was the texture of his clothes being off, the flavor of food being different, noises being too loud or being overwhelmed by bright colors, and much more.

He was currently watching his cartoons, telling you the name of everybody due to his hyper fixations.

“T-That’s SpongeBob, mama!” He said with his little stutter, his chubby and tiny hand pointing.