>I’m Raising A Child With Social Anxiety, And This Is What It’s Really Like
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>“He doesn’t talk in class," his teachers said.
>“What?”
>“He doesn’t talk in class or in group.”
>I turned to Arthur. “Kiddo, you don’t talk at school?," I asked.
>Then Arthur started talking, his little arms wrapped around me. He talked about how he didn’t know the kids and didn’t know what to say around them.
>“That’s the most I’ve ever heard him say,” said one of the teachers.
>Arthur wandered off to play with toys, occasionally coming by to play with me and his dad and his mom. (There are three of us parenting him. I am genderqueer, and he calls me his Baba. He calls my partner, who is a cisgender woman, his mom, and he calls my other partner, who is a cisgender man, his dad.) Together, we realized that Arthur didn't have a speech problem — he had social anxiety, which was making him afraid to speak up in class.
>There are three of us parenting him. I am genderqueer, and he calls me his Baba. He calls my partner, who is a cisgender woman, his mom, and he calls my other partner, who is a cisgender man, his dad.
>There are three of us parenting him.
So, out of all the possible futures, this is the future white people chose for the world?