A biker in a cut three sizes too big for a man his age walked across that playground, and I thought I was about to watch my son get hurt worse.
My boy Eli is nine. He’s autistic, and he is nonverbal when he’s scared, which means when the world gets too loud he goes down on the ground and screams until his throat gives out.
That’s what was happening at Carrowell Park on a Saturday afternoon in July.
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A swing chain snapped near him. The noise set him off. He dropped into the woodchips and started rocking and screaming, and I was on my knees beside him saying the same four words over and over like a prayer.
