Collecting bottles, tossing leftovers, taking out the garbage
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Edward Bradshaw is the pseudonym of a writer who lives near Chicago.
How do you know when it’s time to take your autistic, bipolar twelve-year-old daughter to the psych ward? (They call them “behavioral units” now.) Is it when you find yourself sitting on her back and holding her arms to the ground while your wife lies on her legs? When she head-butts you the first time? The fifth? When she spits in your face?