Here we go again…

Read After Burnout

I had never thought about how I had arrived at Sandham beyond believing that I had been dropped off by my mother. I thought that she had dropped me off and just forgotten to pick me up. Something had been happening with the other world and I had the impression that all of what was going on was far greater than anything that was happening to me. That’s why Sandham existed, to take care of boys who had nobody else to care for them. I was an extra task on parents who were already fully engaged with battling something that was much scarier than autism.

“And why did they not come back to take you home?”

The easy answer was that they were much too busy, much too preoccupied with other matters, much too relieved that they had managed to rid themselves of the one big lump that was baring…

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