Cuddling up to my son Anthony, then two, on our grey sofa, I looked around the drab lounge room and sighed.
At 17, I was a single mum and I’d just moved out of my parents’ place into my own home with my little boy.
Life was tough, but I was a naturally sunny and bubbly person. I would’ve loved to brighten the place up a bit with some colourful furniture or wallpaper, but there was a problem.
Anthony had begun to show signs of autism. He was alarmed by loud noises and overwhelmed by bright