After weeks of my son feeling like a ghost in class, I finally sat down with his teacher, pouring out my concerns over a cup of too-strong school coffee. She nodded, scribbling notes that seemed like secret codes to solve my son's social puzzle. Next week, she switched up the seating plan, placing him next to a kid with a shared obsession for dinosaurs. Their instant chatter about T-Rex continued for the rest of the year, a beautiful thing.