Meanwhile, I'm crossing all my fingers and toes, and voting as hard as I can for Hillary Clinton. Who actually cares about autistic people in the present and the future, as evidenced by her actually having an autism plan. As opposed to her opponent, who is the embodied eructation of willful ignorance, arrogance, and cluelessness. And who I hope loses, humiliatingly, even though he doesn't seem to be able to grasp when he's being humiliated. Because I want us to be able to get back to talking about creating a better world, instead of worrying about reality show bullies wielding real-world nuclear codes.
|Leo and Victor when Leo was teeny.|
[image: young white boy with short brown hair
hugging a young Latino man with shaved black hair.]
|Leo and Victor Yesterday.|
[image: white teen boy with short curly brown hair
hugging a Latino man with shaved black hair.]
It will be OK. Leo will be OK. Change happens, and he doesn't like it and and neither do we, but we were lucky that Leo got to have Victor in his life as long as he did. Leo and Victor have always had a strong sense of bro-hood, which was delightful to observe and always made me feel so happy for my dude and grateful to Victor. Still, much sadness.
|Hector, Leo, and Victor|
[image: Teen white soccer player with short brown hair
between two smiling Latino men wearing sunglasses.]
Fingers and green straws crossed. Also, no more change any time soon please.