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part 1
Chip came home
early from a friend's
house. His parents
are named Karen and
Plankton. They didn't
expect Chip home so
early, nor do they notice
him outside their bed
room door. Plankton has
an autistic neurodisability
they've kept hidden, so
imagine Chip's confusion
upon seeing his dad having
an absence seizure.
Plankton's eye
stared blankly ahead,
unblinking, as Karen
sat by him. "I've your
box of your special
sensory items. What
plushie might you want?"
she whispered. "I'll just
get your stuffed bear."
Her voice was soothing,
and calm.
The room was
silent except for the
rhythmic sound of
his breathing. He
was in the midst of
an absence seizure,
his mind momentarily
adrift. She knew the
routine by heart.
Everything had to be
just right to bring him
back to reality without
causing distress.
Karen gently picked
up the box. She selected
a favorite plush, the worn
bear, and then
carefully approached.
As she neared, she
noticed Chip, his eyes
wide and scared,
staring at the scene
from the doorway. She
swallowed her surprise,
trying to maintain
the serene faรงade. "Hi
sweetie, come in," she
managed, her voice steady.
Chip tiptoed closer, his
heart racing. He had
never seen his dad like
this.
"What's happening to
Dad?" he whispered.
Karen knelt beside him,
her eyes full of warmth.
"Chip, right now Dad is
just having a little rest
but with his eye open.
It's like when you get
so lost in a video
game you don't hear me
calling you."
"But why is he like
this?" Chip's curiosity
was palpable, his voice
shaking slightly.
Karen took a deep
breath, choosing her
words with care. "Dad has
what's called a congenital
neurodisability," she began. "It's
a bit like when a daydream
but his 'neuroregressions' are
more intense for him. One might
call these moments
'brain hiccups'. We kept it
hidden because he didn't
want people to judge him."
Chip's gaze never left
his father's frozen expression.
"But why hide it?"
Karen squeezed his hand,
her eyes reflecting empathy.
"Because, dear, some
people might not
understand. They could
make fun or treat him
differently. We didn't want
his world to be harder. And
you know your father values
his pride."
Chip nodded, his
thoughts racing. He had
always known his dad
was different, but he had
never quite put his finger
on how. "Can I talk to him?"
Karen's smile was
soft. "It's important
that you know, but we want
to make sure he's okay
with sharing too. It's a form
of autism he has. But right
now he's in a little bubble.
It's like he's in a different
world, okay? But we can coax
him back gently." She placed
the bear in Plankton's hand. His
hands curled around it
instinctively, clutching
the familiar softness. "He might not
immediately engage with you, but
you can try speaking to him."
Chip leaned closer, his voice
trembling. "Dad?"
Plankton's eye remains
fixed, unblinking. Karen
gave him a gentle nudge.
"Remember, sweetie, don't
touch his body or startle him.
Just let him know you're here."
"Dad, it's us, and a
stuffed bear is also
here for you. The
bear is so soft," Chip said,
his voice a mix of
fear and wonder. "It's
waiting for you to wake
up." He paused, watching
his father's unmoving
hand. Plankton's thumb
twitched slightly against
the plush fabric. It was
the tiniest of movements,
but it was something.
Karen nodded encouragingly
from the sidelines, her eyes
never leaving her husband.
"That's it, Chip," she murmured.
"Keep talking to him."
Chip swallowed the lump
in his throat, his eyes
wet with unshed tears.
He took another deep breath
and leaned even closer. "Dad,
can you feel the bear?"
He paused, watching his
father's hand tighten around
the plush toy. "It's here, wanting
you to play. Do you see it's
smiling? Look, the bear's smiling
just for you."
Plankton's hand
moved slightly, tracing the
bear's stitched smile with his
thumb. Karen's eyes filled with
relief as she watched the
connection unfold.
"See, Dad?" Chip whispered, his
voice barely audible. "The bear
missed you. It's here to keep
you company until you're ready to come
back to us." His words were met
with a faint sigh from Plankton, a sign
his brain was slowly emerging from
its brief retreat.
Encouraged, Chip took the
stuffed bear and waved it in
front of Plankton's vacant gaze.
"Look, the bear's waving back!"
He hoped the motion would
catch Plankton's attention,
but his father remained even
more still, his eye unmoving.
He tried a different tactic,
placing the bear gently on
Plankton's lap and giving
it a little shake. "It's okay,
Dad, the bear wants to play,"
he said, his voice a soft coax.
"What do you say? Can we
play together?"
For a moment, nothing.
Then, a flicker. Plankton's
eye moved slightly,
refocusing on the bear. It
was a small victory. "Look, Dad,
it's smiling at you. It's happy
you're holding it," Chip said,
his voice steady now.
Slowly, Plankton's hand
began to stroke the bear's
fur. The rhythmic motion
was almost mesmerizing.
Karen watched, her own
heart rate returning to normal.
It was always a delicate
balance, bringing him back.
"That's right, Dad," Chip
said, his voice filled with
encouragement. "You're doing
great." He picked up
another plushie from the box,
a small octopus with long,
waving tentacles. "Look what else
I found, an octopus!"
Plankton's gaze shifted
slightly. "It's got eight arms
and can give you so many
hugs at once." Chip held the
octopus up. Plankton's hand
twitched.
Karen watched with a
tiny smile, her heart swelling
with pride for her son's
patience. "Why don't you put
it on Dad's other hand?" she
suggested quietly. Chip nodded,
gently placing the octopus
on his father's hand. Plankton
flinched at first but soon grew
still again.
"Now, Dad, you have more
friends to keep you company,"
Chip said. "They're so friendly
and smart." Karen watched
as Chip was about to speak
again but she held up a finger,
signaling for him to wait.
Plankton's eye blinked
suddenly, breaking the
glassy stare. His gaze
flitted around the room,
trying to piece together
his surroundings,
his expression puzzled.
"You're okay," Karen said,
her voice a gentle whisper.
"K-Karen?" he croaked, his voice
hoarse from his unspoken
silence. "What...what's
going on?" he asked, his voice
weak but growing stronger.
Chip watched, his own
anxiety fading as he saw
his dad's confusion. He
held up the octopus. "Look,
Dad, it's okay. We're here.
You had a little brain hiccup
but we're playing with
plushies." He tried to
smile, unsure if Plankton
would understand.