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On temper, fear, autism, and watching my daughter turn thirteen. Thirteen feels like a verdict. When Zoey turned thirteen at the end of January, something shifted in me. She is no longer just my child. She is becoming her own person, stepping into a world that is louder and less controllable than anything I can manage for her. This is her first year in a regular school after years in SPED. I told myself I trusted the transition. I assumed she was doing fine socially. I had not looked too...

This number stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t just a blood sugar reading — it was a wake-up call. A reminder that my body was begging me...