My little brother. 17 years old, severely autistic and just generally mentally disabled. He goes to a special school and lives with 3 other disabled children: G, L and R. Went to pick up him and his friends from a school dance.
The party ended at 9.30. Hardcore. But it doesn’t matter. To these kids the party is a huge thing.
G, who is prone to really scary seizures because of her epilepsy, came out first. Tomato red. She had been dancing all night, the teachers told me. I asked G if everything was alright. ‘Yes.’ was her answer as she jumped up and down.
'Did you have fun? Who did you dance with?' I asked.
'I danced with T. She also has diseases.' G answered.