Driving in the car, I feel a hand take mine and squeeze. I am anxious and he can see it. “How are you feeling?” He knows the answer but it’s something to break the silence. “I feel sick.” He nods. “I feel sick because I’m terrified it won’t be what I want to hear.” He…
Tag: ASD
Connections
Master J finished school on Friday. He bounced into the car, full of as much joy as a nearly 17 year old boy can muster. “I’m done. I’m done for 8 weeks.” I smiled. I love the school holidays. It is just he and I at home. Mornings are lazy. No time frame constraints…