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He can talk about movies endlessly. Actors. Directors. Plot twists. Sequels. Reboots. It’s not just interest — it’s immersion. And when it’s time to start a simple assignment, the movie monologue doesn’t just appear. It perseverates. It loops. You redirect. It circles back. You point to question one. He’s back to casting choices. I’ll admit,…

There was a period during the teen years when his exhaustion felt heavier. Not just tired. He would come home, sleep for hours, wake up flat. Quiet. Distant. And then he started saying things that made my stomach drop. “What’s the point of all this?” “What am I doing here?” “I don’t want to be…

When he was little, I could arrange his friendships. I planned play dates. I texted parents. I suggested activities I knew might work. If things felt awkward, I could hover just enough to smooth it out. Sometimes it went well. Sometimes it didn’t. But I could do something. There was comfort in that. Then he…

He used to come home from school and disappear. Not dramatically. Not slamming doors. Just… gone. He’d sleep for hours. Then he’d shuffle to the dinner table, answer questions with one word, and retreat again. Later, long after we assumed he was asleep, we’d hear the quiet hum of video games drifting down the hallway.…

We went to the bank so he could open his own account. He was getting ready to leave on his senior trip to Disney — traveling without us for the first time — and he needed a debit card. Not mine. Not attached to my account. His. We sat in those stiff chairs across from…