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When Your Whole Family Is Neurodivergent

I woke up this morning to my 10-year-old son standing in my bedroom doorway, fully dressed for school, asking if he could have pancakes for breakfast. It’s 6:47 AM. School doesn’t start for another hour and forty-five minutes. He’s been awake since 5:30, too anxious about the first day to sleep.

Meanwhile, my teenager is still in bed, having stayed up un…