Do It My Way

My daughterearned her nickname “Princess” as a darling tiny girl with long eyelashes … and later when her sensitivity to certain textures made her hyper-aware of tiny nuisances like microscopic holes in her socks or teeny strings danglingfrom her clothing. (Like the story of the Princess and the pea.)

But once she hit adolescence, the hormonal changes brought out a bossy side tothe routine-loving autistic piece of her genetic syndrome. She likes things done a certain way and demands they be d...