All your sorrows have been wasted on you if you have not yet learned how to be wretched.
– Seneca

I just finished a binge of Netflix’s Love on the Spectrum, and the series was everything it was recommended to be: heartfelt, honest, and sweet. There was the added bonus that it was filmed in Australia, where we’ve lived for three and a half years, which means I recognized names and scenery as a local (always fun!). Other than that? Let’s just say it’s complicated.

I don’t remember the last time I engaged so intensely with a series on both an emotional and physical level. In a word, my viewing of the quartet of episodes was fraught: every muscle in my body felt clenched, my face contorted, my heart spasming. This was due in part to my own connection with the spectrum, and the fears the series raised about my son’s future.

Read the rest over at Mockingbird.