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 oneβs in our home, in our safe space. Itβs just me, my clippers, a cape, and my son Sheamus, sitting tall in the βbarber chairβ we turn the kitchen stool into. But to him, itβs the real deal. And to me, itβs one of the most meaningful rituals we share. Haircuts havenβt always been easy for Sheamus. Like many autistic kids, he used to struggle wit...