In every Dave Osmundsen play I read or see, there’s always one line that pierces me to my core, and then stays with me forever. In MY BROTHER JAKE, it’s “I deserve a chance to fail”. MBJ is an earnest, unsparing call for us to fly close to the sun, and expand our idea of what a ‘good life’ looks like.
Osmundsen’s taut two-hander explores the problematic dichotomy of “high-needs” versus “functional” autistics and most interestingly, the fissure that distinction creates WITHIN the ND community.
In every Dave Osmundsen play I read or see, there’s always one line that pierces me to my core, and then stays with me forever. In MY BROTHER JAKE, it’s “I deserve a chance to fail”. MBJ is an earnest, unsparing call for us to fly close to the sun, and expand our idea of what a ‘good life’ looks like.
Osmundsen’s taut two-hander explores the problematic dichotomy of “high-needs” versus “functional” autistics and most interestingly, the fissure that distinction creates WITHIN the ND community.