We Are Autism, Too. Don’t Forget About Us. My boy, with his classic autism, the kind that used to be the only face of autism half a century ago, is the one who does not belong now. There is a child at this event, as cute as any Baby Gap model, thick tufts of brown hair sticking out from under his baseball hat. “I’m Charlie. I’m 4, ” he says to me and sticks his hand out. I smile at him and reach my hand out too, but before he can shake my hand, he runs off to chase the other children. Read more about We Are Autism, Too. Don’t Forget About Us.