riotIt is tough being a neurodivergent kiddo in 5th grade. My son got overwhelmed, part sensory, part emotional, part I could see it coming before he left school, and fled from recess to reach out to me in front of his entire class. I know he could not help it. Now he is so embarrassed and, understandably, doesn’t want to go back to school. Every day is a learning experience for me. My best tools remain patience and love.