At home, Gabriel only ate the red M&M’s.
The other colours all terrified him.
His exasperated mum wrote it off as ‘just another of his autistic quirks.’
He couldn’t tell her that the angry lady with the piercing eyes, always ate the red ones during his ABA sessions; ‘rewarding’ him with the other colours when his fear finally forced him to follow her barked commands.
The other colours were the currency of her grudging satisfaction, and only when she slid them across the table at him, one by one, did he not have to look into her eyes.
To Gabriel, red, was the colour of freedom.