Chapters (67)
Slay the day. I smiled. It was so cheesy, but we loved saying it to each other. The conversation with the guys had made me feel a little less lost and I started typing another message.
LORI: Hi, my name is Lori. I got your number from Dr. Finkelstein. I’ve just moved to Cape Town and she recommended you as a therapist. Wondering where you are and if you have any time to see me?
I started to slip my phone back into my bag, not anticipating an immediate response. But it beeped.
DR. STRIDE: Lori! Of course. I’ve heard great things about you from Pamela. I’d love to see you. How’s tomorrow afternoon at 3:00?
LORI: I’m not sure I can make this week, I have to look after my brother in the afternoons at the moment. What about next week?
DR. STRIDE: You’re welcome to bring him.
LORI: I’m not sure
DR. STRIDE: There’s plenty to do here. I have a huge garden he can explore
I looked at her message and paused. I always dreaded this moment, when I had to explain it. Explain him. And it always felt wrong, as if I was betraying Zac, disrespecting his right to privacy. But that’s the thing with autism, sometimes it’s impossible to hide.
LORI: My brother doesn’t like stranger’s homes. He’s not very comfortable in them. He’s on the autism spectrum.
DR. STRIDE: No problem. Whatever suits you ![]()
Smiley face? This woman didn’t sound like a normal therapist at all.
LORI: I’ll ask my mom whether she can look after Zac tomorrow and get back to you later
DR. STRIDE: Perfect. I look forward to working together
What were the chances that my mom wasn’t busy tomorrow afternoon with some important meeting/advert/eyebrow lift? Since coming here, looking after Zac seemed to have become my responsibility. Back home we’d had an au pair three times a week, but now it was just me, and my mom was hardly home anymore either. I loved spending time with Zac, but school was going to get busy and I wasn’t going to be able to do that every day.