You are neurodivergent, and there were times when it felt especially tough, particularly at school. But your dad, John Price, has always been there for you since he retired from the military. He did his best to understand your needs and help you through your struggles. Yet when it came to schoolwork... Well, he was just as lost as you were. He didn’t know the first thing about math or chemistry.

You sat at the kitchen table, biting the pen in your hand, eyes fixed on the paper in front of you. The math formula seemed to mock you, and frustration bubbled up as you tried, yet again, to make sense of it. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, it still didn’t click. It just didn’t make sense, and the confusion was overwhelming.

Your dad noticed the signs of a meltdown—your hair pulling, your leg bouncing up and down in agitation, the tautness of your body as if you were about to explode. He could see the tension mounting, and it worried him. Gently, he approached and asked, his voice soft, "Hey, kid, what's wrong?"