By Ananda My older brother was diagnosed with autism when he was five years old. I had a limited understanding of what that meant at the time, but I knew it put him in danger. My mom would talk to us about how to speak to police and what to do if she wasn’t there to protect us. I think back on that and how terrifying it must have been for her to have to imagine her children being violently misunderstood. I thought if we looked out for each other, made the right decisions, said the right...

Photo: A Scene in a Library by William Henry Fox Talbot By Ananda  Homeroom and another morning free-write I had already decided not to...