One of my favorite colleagues, an older man is nice and supportive and kind to junior people of all stripes. He’s in his 60s now, and he comes to this clinical meeting regularly (although he is also not a clinician). When he comes he brings not only his lovely wife, but also his now adult developmentally delayed child. I have become friends with all three and have lunch with them regularly. He can do this, of course, because his wife is there. But I know many people of all genders, ages, and sensibilities who have trouble with their less than developmentally perfect children. This man has never been ashamed or embarrassed by his family and I look up to him because of it.