Closing notes.
A final essay, this side of Christmas, on the importance of feeling we belong. All of us. Children, adults, neurodivergent people.
I’m sat at the kitchen table and it’s silent. My husband is at the end of the garden, crafting some beautiful wooden cabinets for the garden studio he’s been building over the past few months. Soon, he’ll take one side of it and I’ll take the other.
And my children are at school.
That shouldn’t be unusual, with three kids aged 11, eight and six, but for us, it is. As you may know, if you’ve been here a while, my middle boy has spent his first four years of school in and out. Most recently, in - but on a very part-time basis.