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Dads Cry Too

I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.

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My Brother Is Not Stupid, He’s Autistic.

“His behavior is out of control,” the stranger in the stands said. “Is he getting enough attention at home?”

 

Why, yes. Out of four kids, my brother gets 90% of the attention.

 

“I wonder what he’ll do,” said my sister’s friend as she had the brilliant idea to antagonize Nolan in public, enough so that his safety bubble was popped and he had an episode right there at the ball fields, in front of everyone.… READ THE REST

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