My 13-year-old autistic son went to summer camp hoping to make friends. Instead, some kids stole from him, called him cruel names, and tried to make him feel like he didn’t belong. He came home smiling anyway. His kindness was stronger than their cruelty—and that’s the part of his story I hope people remember.
When my 13-year-old son left for summer camp, he was excited about one thing more than anything else. “Maybe I’ll make a new friend this year.” As his parent, that …
My 13-year-old autistic son went to summer camp hoping to make friends. Instead, some kids stole from him, called him cruel names, and tried to make him feel like he didn’t belong. He came home smiling anyway. His kindness was stronger than their cruelty—and that’s the part of his story I hope people remember. Read More
