A couple of days ago, my wife and youngest child were out of town, leaving Cameron and I to play video games and spoil ourselves with treats. I’m not sure if it’s just because it was the two of us or if he was just in the mood for it but at a completely ..
When I was little I fantasized about living in an institution like my older, profoundly autistic brother. At the ripe old age of six, I thought that if I lived in the institution, as my actual neurotypical self, I’d make my parents happy because I could talk, unlike my completely nonverbal brother. As the sibling born without special needs, I grew up considered the “lucky one”. But, as luck would have it, life has a funny habit of never being that simple. Imagine this: my parents had a special ne ..