Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers: 🌈 Doah Integrates His Special Education Class
Some people navigate social life with nuance, strategy, and finely tuned emotional radar. Doah is not one of those people. He has never had the cognitive scaffolding or emotional filters that help most of us sort out relationships, hierarchies, or the unwritten rules of “oughts” and “shoulds.” Instead, he moves through the world with a kind of joyful directness—simple, sincere, and utterly unencumbered by social categories. Which is how he greets his primary care physician. The moment we step into the hallway, Doah takes off at full speed, arms flung wide, shouting, “My doctor! My doctor!” before slamming into the poor man with a full‑body hug. His PCP—an introverted, elderly gentleman who looks like he might faint if someone so much as waves at him—stiffens, blushes, and then awkwardly pats Doah’s back. But he likes it. I can tell he likes Doah very much. School was no different. Doah never distinguished between the “in” crowd and the “others.” He didn’t recognize social cliques...
