Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

"I'm not a kid!" he screams, raising his hands in frustration. "I'm almost an adult! I know my age, I know how normal kids my age act! I'm not stupid!"

The tears are obvious. He knows they are. He crosses his arms and turns away, his entire body simultaneously shaking with sobs and rocking on his heels, then his toes, then his heels again. Mom tries to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but he jolts away from her hand. He's upset. He's upset.

I don't know what to do, but he's scaring me. I can't form words anymore even though I can think them. I hate this.

I hate this. I don't want to meltdown in front of her when she has to deal with one of us already in the start of a meltdown.

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The story of two autistic teenagers trying to make their way in the world without making it too obvious to their classmates that they are, this time featuring such traits as;
- meltdowns
- shutdowns
- echolalia
- stimming
- late diagnoses
- and much more that no neurotypical depiction of an autistic person ever covers, let alone covers well!