Reading this as a developmentally disabled adult, something I can’t quite put my finger on rubs me especially the wrong way about this and it reads distinctly like it’s coming from someone observing us externally from afar at an exhibit or carefully-controlled social experiment or sorts. If it turns out one day that one of my parents had written something like this about me, I wouldn’t be thrilled to say the least. But I guess it’s not “for” me. The other parents responding here seem to love it.