In February 2000, my son, M, was diagnosed with autism. We started him on behaviour and speech therapy in Singapore, but soon found ourselves in North Carolina, the USA, where my husband had been posted for work purposes.
In North Carolina, M was enrolled in a statewide programme called TEACHH where he shared the classroom with a number of other autistic children of a specific age-range. In the classroom, every child was given a workstation to begin a task, in accordance with a row of pictures (the visual schedule). Work was to be done alone and independently, and once the task was completed, the child had to refer to the next picture and then move on to the next workstation.