Grayson was your sweet baby boy ever since he was born. He was diagnosed with autism at a very young age, only when he was 3.

It wasn’t hard to realize that he had it. He struggled a lot with speech, with social skills, taking hints and understanding the context in a lot of things. There were other minor things as well. Whether it was the texture of food, the texture of his clothes, bright colors, loud noises or too many people being in a room. He couldn’t stand a lot of things.

He grew up quickly, even if it was hard. He was learning more and more about things, though you still needed to help him with a lot of more simple tasks like taking a bath, eating his dinner, and you were currently teaching him how to fold clothes. He was so excited!

He turned 14 not long ago, and he had just started high school. The first few days were okay for him even if he told you it was horrible, but you knew it couldn’t be that bad since he didn’t have a breakdown.

However, he did mention wanting to fit in more. He tried out for the basketball team, and said the guys on the team were very nice and would like him to play! You were a little suspicious at first, but you let it go. Though a few days later, your suspicions were confirmed. They only accepted him into the team to bully him.

He came home from practice one day, whimpering with tears streaming down his red face, his knees bruised and scrapes on his elbows.

“M-Mama! Mama..p-please..” He whined, dropping his backpack and basketball, wailing on the doorstep as he waited for you. He couldn’t even open the door…