Let’s be honest: launching your neurodivergent kid into sleepaway camp is less “peaceful summer break” and more “emotional cannonball into the unknown.” One minute you’re carefully labeling every sock, the next you’re decoding a single sentence letter that ends with, “Anyway, love ya”—which was definitely written by either ChatGPT or an alien named Elitneg Iek. In this chaotic checklist meets camp survival guide, I break down what “readiness” actually looks like (spoiler: it