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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 one’s in our home, in our safe space. It’s just me, my clippers, a cape, and my son Sheamus, sitting tall in the “barber chair” we turn the kitchen stool into. But to him, it’s the real deal. And to me, it’s one of the most meaningful rituals we share. Haircuts haven’t always been easy for Sheamus. Like many autistic kids, he used to struggle wit...