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Ty had always known that he was different. It was never said aloud in explication, of course, because that isn’t done in Shadowhunter society. Nothing untasteful or that could come across as uncomfortable in a room of respectable warriors.
From the moment Andrew Blackthorn was turned by Sebastian, it had been Julian’s burden to bear, Ty’s being something special. And it wasn’t anything new; all the children had grown up accustomed to Ty’s behavioral quirks and needs. But sometimes Julian found himself worrying, and these things would bring him to Watson. He would type in an oddity of Ty’s from the day and see what would come to the screen.
More and more, the webpage options pointed towards something most Shadowhunters were completely ignorant to: autism. Specifically, in Ty’s case, a type called Asperger’s. There was some sort of spectrum, apparently, and though Ty didn’t fall into a severe category, he did have a hint of the disorder. Julian hated the word, despised it. He felt that it made Ty’s entire existence… somehow wrong.
It didn’t. But Ty couldn’t look people in the eye, or he just very much disliked it. He had trouble understanding others’ feelings, took the literal meanings of common phrases with confusion in his gaze. And his hands were always moving. Julian researched this and found occupational therapy, which led to his gifting Ty a few pipe cleaners to play around with. The web was helpful, telling where a doctor couldn’t be. Julian couldn’t trust one to properly diagnose Ty when that suggested the possibility of his being sent to the dregs of the Shadowhunter Academy, just because he wasn’t like everybody else. No way. No.
But from age 12 and on, Julian dealt with Ty’s autism. The word was empty for Julian, really; it was mainly for mundanes. All he knew and needed to know was that Ty’s life wasn’t in danger. Ty would grow up to be happy, evermore brilliant, and most importantly, with his family. That’s all Julian’s ever wanted, for all of them.