A Wish, from a Neurotypical sibling

We usually spend Sundays with my parents, enjoying lunch and some family time together. Yesterday was no different. We packed our Sunday basket early and set off on a warm winter morning. The day was filled with laughter, playful moments, and jokes. By the time dinner ended, everyone was exhausted. The drive home was quiet, and no one spoke for a while. Then Anvit, my 7-year-old neurotypical son, broke the silence from the front seat beside me. Anvit: “What does ‘psycho’ mean?” Me: “It refers to the working of the mind, like in the words ‘psychologist’ or ‘psychotherapist.’” Anvit: “Oh, okay. Then who is a neurologist?” Me: “A neurologist is someone who studies how nerves work.” I paused briefly, considering how best to explain this to a 7-year-old, and continued: “Think of ‘neuro’ like the wires running in a car. For everything to work properly, there are wires connecting parts of the car to the central control unit. Now imagine ‘psycho’ as the control unit itself, deciding what...