Accept-tional Me
Allen, Harper Jane / Studios, Qbn
When I was in kindergarten I was walking through a crowded mall with my parents and my little brother, Boone, who has autism. He was having one of his typical meltdowns due to a sensory overload from all of the sights, sounds, and smells of the mall. While our family was already struggling, I noticed the judgmental looks from the other people shopping. It made me sad, and it made me angry. My parents tried to comfort me, explaining that those ...