"Boz" by Kristine Kathryn Rusch: An Appreciation by Paul Oppenheimer
How does one love an autistic child (whether called "Captain" or not)? How does one delicately slip into the interstices of the hyperdeveloped, hyperconnected brain (v. "Nature via Nurture") a human, empathetic touch, such as those of us whose brains are not entirely occupied with their inner activity crave?
Softly, slowly, secretly, a discreet love slips in.
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