02/24/2026
Let me tell you about a moment I’ll never forget.
I was a specialist in a school. Middle school. Tough building. High referrals. Burnt-out staff.
A teacher grabbed me in the hallway and said, “Come look at this kid.”
I walked into a room and saw a 12-year-old boy sitting at a desk in the back of an empty classroom. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. Staring at the wall.
He’d flipped a desk. Shoved a chair. Told his teacher to go to hell.
So they removed him. Gave him a consequence. Put him in isolation to “think about his choices.”
And now he was sitting there. Still escalated. Still clenched. Still in survival mode.
Not thinking about his choices. Not reflecting. Not learning a lesson.
Just a kid whose brain was on fire, sitting alone in a room, with no adult helping him regulate.
I pulled up a chair. Sat next to him. Didn’t say a word for about two minutes.
Then I said: “Rough day, huh?”
He looked at me. His eyes welled up. And he said:
“My mom didn’t come home last night.”
That’s what was underneath the desk flip.
That’s what was underneath the shove.
That’s what was underneath “go to hell.”
Not defiance. Not disrespect.
Fear. Pain. A nervous system in survival mode.
And every adult in that building responded to the behavior. Not one of them saw the brain state underneath it.
That has to change.
And that’s exactly what I’m here to do.
Big things coming in March. Follow along.