How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.

My world had become his, or his mine; it was hard to say

What’s wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.’ He touched his head. ‘When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression...

We are often reminded how peaceful our world has become, a world without a police force or prison, where crimes and uprisings have nearly disappeared. But we’ve paid a price. The emotional root of all...

We’re all here. We’re close to the truck, and we met Kenton, a fine citizen of Salem. We rescued Izzy and found our way through a very sad darkness, dangers that we knew from Izzy’s...

I slowly climbed the porch steps while wondering, what exactly did Elias know about my life in London; what precisely was wrong with his mind…And what was the heaviest item in my bag.

Wanting and wishing are very different

Names are important, you know

Frightened that you’ll be overcome by yourself? That a gentle monster inside of you might take over and never let go?

No, no. Not a genius. This is like what reading is like for you. You look at the squiggles and loops, and the puzzle opens until suddenly nothing means something, something more than the sum...

The moment was surreal. A sometimes-autistic young man with two identities lecturing a room full of zombies on feelings and realities.