No three year olds are ‘normal’, they are all bizarre alien beings that are put on the planet to perplex and in the same moment entertain their parents. But when you have a disabled alien you’re expected to be able to summarise each strange part of them for scientific, or indeed local council dissection. I document for faceless strangers how living and caring for my funny, beautiful, loving little boy negatively impacts on myself and my family. I had to go and sit in another room after a while as it felt like the worst kind of betrayal sitting cosily next to him answering questions about what a burden he was to me while he was leaning against me chatting away being about as cute as possible just to spite me.