Dislodging the Phone
On creativity and neurodivergence
Yesterday, I found my three-year-old Joaquin picking up the phone, punching on the numbers, and talking like someone’s on the other end of the line.
No, he didn’t call someone. I teared up a bit because, finally, he was role playing.
I can’t tell whether it was because of the occupational therapy we’d begun a couple of…