“All Sam can think about is that conversation he had with his mom when they were applying to Castleton all those months ago. She was on her laptop surrounded by a printout of the application and a pile of folders labeled with tabs like Sam–Therapy, typing away.
"What about..." He really didn't want to ask her. But he had to know the answer. "What about...my issues?" he finally said. His mom seemed to like the word issues better than autism or disability. She almost never said the last two.”