I know J’s brain is different. I know sounds bother him. There’s something about Adele’s voice (especially “Someone Like You”)—the pitch and frequency–that puts him in a sensory overload meltdown. Some textures still bother him. Even at 12 he won’t eat eggs or Jello. He still wipes his hands on his shirt because he panics when there is anything wet, sticky, or slimy on them and can’t wait the three minutes it takes to wash and clean them properly. There are a lot of things I’ve just written off with J because the coordination, talent, or patience. His brain and body don’t communicate well sometimes. He’ll never play hockey, football…