My Trauma-Saturated Nightmare in Broad Summer Daylight

Tue, 01 Apr 2025 22:02:53 +0000

In 1972, I — a five-year-old boy with undiagnosed autism spectrum disorder and high sensitivity, thus not always easy with whom to deal — was granted the honor of hanging out with my three older siblings, all of whom were accompanied by their own similarly aged friends. I was about two years the junior of the youngest of my siblings, who was herself the next youngest amongst the entire group.