My mom had all sorts of books on mental health and disability. I remember one on abnormal childhood development (it had neat examples of pictures kids might draw) and multiple with now-outdated but then-clinical terms in their titles. These were textbooks from her attempt at an MS in social work in the 1980s. Didn’t keep the neighborhood kids from teasing me that they were my mom’s way of coping with having me.

I need to buy that book just to have it for my kids to find.

Hey, at least it was not “Help! My child is stupid” .

Your child is neurodivergent, and so are you.

They probably figured you couldn’t read it. You sure showed them! Nice job, buddy!

If you bought it you already know the answer.

Get them back… keep a copy of “Toxic Parents” prominently on your bookshelf.

True story: I was reading that book way back in the early 1990s and my stepdad came over for some reason. I went to put on shoes and when I came back, he had the book in his hands, looking at the cover. He dropped it like it was on fire, we traded an awkward look, then never spoke of it again.

One of my favorite decorations is a bookshelf with very prominently featured titles that make people question either my sanity or their own.

No matter how you feel about your child, its important to check

Best place to hide their weed.