More Than Just a Haircut Every month, like clockwork, we set up the shop. Not a real barbershop not the kind with neon signs or waiting chairs. This oneâs in our home, in our safe space. Itâs just me, my clippers, a cape, and my son Sheamus, sitting tall in the âbarber chairâ we turn the kitchen stool into. But to him, itâs the real deal. And to me, itâs one of the most meaningful rituals we share. Haircuts havenât always been easy for Sheamus. Like many autistic kids, he used to struggle wit...
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