The first time I met Jacob’s mother, she came into my office in tears.
“You won’t like my son,” she said. “He is in the car in the parking lot and refusing to come in to see you, but this is nothing new.
Here’s a familiar, yet until recently almost–never-talked-about scenario.
Billy is 10 years old. He has freckles, wears a baseball cap almost all of the time, and has a best friend named Pete. When he’s happy, there’s no one better. He’s kind, empathic, playful, funny and fun-loving.