We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Not long after reading the book, my cousins from Montana visited. As they owned horses, I gave them a copy of the book and told them that interaction with a horse had helped the autistic boy. My cousins replied the horse-autistic children connection was no surprise to them. They told me that a special education class had visited them, because of the number of animals they have at their place. An autistic boy was immediately attracted to one of their horses. My cousins later told the school system that he could come visit the horse any time, but as the autistic child was nearing age 18, the school system wasn't interested in any further visits. That didn't please my cousin.
And I wonder whether massage therapy, introduced early on, might be helpful in softening sharply autistic kids. It would have to be done very carefully, though – slowly and gently and almost from infancy.
The rocking motion of riding a horse was one thing that The Horse Boy liked. His father said that conversations were easier when they were riding a horse.