Status Updates From The Particular Sadness of L...

loving this

Love the subtle depictions of adhd and autism within two pages of one another

“Eight, whispered my cake. You still just want to go back to eight, when you didn’t know much about anything.”

“…It occurred to me that meals were still meals, food still contained with a set beginning and end, and I could pick and choose what I could eat and what I couldn't. And that my father's was a hospital he could drive around entirely, and Grandpa seemed to smell mostly in stores, but what if whatever Joseph had felt every day had no shape like that? Had no way to be avoided or modified? Was constant?”

Really cool parallel with the mom’s carpentry career and Josh’s disappearance, versus Rose and her father both handing out food they don’t finish to people