I sit across from the specialist; they have asked me so many questions. It's like they know everything about my family now. They have run every test possible in the book and the only thing they can come up with is that my seven year old boy is on the Autism Spectrum.

Seven years, we have been through so many specialist and programs. Early Intervention, Speech, Physical therapy, Occupational therapy, behavioral therapy not to mention everything in-between that, therapies and people saying this and that would help. Don't get me wrong everything has helped some. However he still doesn't talk. I wonder if he will ever talk.

I watch how other kids play and act his age. I have all these years and he is nowhere like them. He squeals to the top of his lungs, he lashes out and cries. I know he can't help it; it's out of his control.

I love and cherish him more than anything. I have picked up and moved to find doctors and anyone that is willing to help him. He communicates to us by pointing to pictures but never by words. If only, if only I could understand him more.

So when this opportunity came up, we accepted it. We flew out to Maine. I hear they are working on this new technology that will be able to read ones brain. They have been using on patients with memory loss and people that have been in a tragedy.

The flight there was not the best flight as Julian has a difficult time with the loud sounds of the plane and then the feeling of not being grounded. We took a weighted blanket and headphones hoping that it would calm him some.

We land and go straight to the hospital where they will be seeing us. The doctor explains that they will be placing probes behind his ears and one on his forehead. These probes will transmit information to a computer and then onto the screen. They explain that it will not hurt, but getting Julian to let them place it on him is a different story.

Julian also has sensory processing disorder among other things. We have learned to know what he likes and doesn't like over the years by his behavior. We finally manage to get the probes on him and he is calming down.

It starts to read out his thoughts in no time.

I DON'T LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS.

My eyes tear up. "Is that what he is thinking right now?"

The doctor smiles back. "Yes, this new technology is amazing. It reads his mind and then it goes through another program before coming back out letting you know what he is thinking."

I reach towards Julian but I don't touch him because I know he doesn't like to be touched. I look into his eyes to get his attention. "Julian, mommy loves you so much."

He screams out, but on the screen it reads out...

I LOVE YOU TOO

I start to cry. My little boy said he loved me. I have never heard that and in seven years to hear him say that makes my heart melt.

"Do you understand what this machine is doing sweetheart. I can understand you."

YES. I WANT TO GO HOME

I know he does. He has never liked being out of his comfort zone.

The doctor takes off the probes and then we talk about the program. Since this is all new it will cost us a fortune to have. We talk over all the details and make arrangements on a payment plan. Both of us will have to get a second job, but if we had this we would be able to make more gains into understanding more about his needs and wants.

We get up to leave and the doctor shakes our hands. "We hope this new technology will make a big difference in people's lives today."

"We know it will, thank you doctor for helping us."