I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.
It felt like Autism took away so much more than my son’s ability to do certain things. It felt like it would take away my peace, calm, and security as well.
My son is not a worst-case-scenario. He’s the realest human being I’ve ever met.
The symbolism was shockingly on point. It was as if someone was writing this out for me to read, rather than to live.
We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.
Of course, if anyone does them wrong, I would go buck on them. That’s a given. But I’ll just wait until that happens.
Even the least cynical person on the planet would have a tough time with this situation.