Emma Chao/Scary Mommy; Getty/Midjourney“Ick. Aren’t you going to teach him some manners?” she said, staring at the teenager I was with outside Lifetime Fitness.I was 23. I laughed because he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was shuffling across the pavement, wearing down his shoes in a way that clearly felt so good to his body. He was regulated. He was happy. And even back then, before I had the language for sensory processing and had been diagnosed myself, I knew that mattered more than her version of “appropriate.”This wasn’t a rare moment. It’s one of millions. Caregivers and parents of auti...
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