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autism
autism
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Sophie 177<br />
for the last two years in Bucharest #1, a large orphanage in the center of<br />
town. Marianne had seen the building on the cab ride from the airport.<br />
It was a huge, imposing building, with large shutters and no greenery. It<br />
had struck Marianne that it could pass for the headquarters of the secret<br />
police. Instead it was “home” to hundreds of babies and children, most<br />
with little hope of adoption. Marianne remembered the pictures from<br />
TV. Each floor contained many cribs all lined up in rows. The children<br />
lay in cots, were rarely taken out into the sunshine or out to play.<br />
Children from the poorest families and those of gypsy origin were usually<br />
placed at the back of the room, where they received even less attention<br />
than those at the front, nearest the nursing station. Marianne<br />
learned from the interpreter that the child’s mother was a gypsy who<br />
gave up the baby soon after birth.<br />
The next day, the interpreter brought Sophie, wrapped in a blanket,<br />
to the apartment. Marianne was shocked when she saw her. The child<br />
was shaking and covered in sores. Her head had been shaved in an attempt<br />
to prevent lice, and she was still in a diaper. She could not lift her<br />
head up and was covered in diarrhea that had leaked around the diaper.<br />
She weighed about fifteen pounds and looked emaciated. The interpreter<br />
asked if Marianne wanted to feed her. She handed Marianne a<br />
giant pop bottle with an agricultural nipple on it as Sophie could not yet<br />
chew solids. The bottle contained milk of indeterminate age and color.<br />
Sophie had a hard time sucking, and Marianne noticed that she kept her<br />
eyes turned to one side. Marianne tried to talk to her, but still Sophie<br />
would not look at her.<br />
Marianne had brought some toys for the child to play with. While<br />
at the airport waiting for her assigned interpreter, she had talked to<br />
other parents, who had given her advice about toys that could be used<br />
to assess a child’s level of intelligence. Sophie was placed on the carpet,<br />
propped up by pillows, and Marianne arranged the toys close by. But<br />
Sophie did not play with them. She felt them, turned them around in<br />
her hand, and brought them up close to her eyes. She was alert but very<br />
distant. Marianne tried to relate to her, to talk to her. But Sophie, with<br />
sores all over and shaking from head to toe, was in her own world.<br />
Other adoptive parents had told Marianne that the “smart ones” create<br />
another world for themselves as a protection. It would take Sophie a<br />
long time to come out of her world, if she ever came out at all, Marianne<br />
thought. She looked down at Sophie and said to herself, “You were exactly<br />
what we decided not to adopt.”