When he was home, he was better. He was calm and happy and easy to get along with. The panic attacks were few and far between, and even though they'd never admit it, it actually made their lives much easier. No parent-teacher conferences, no driving him to school in the mornings and picking him up in the afternoons. At just thirteen years old, he needed very little from his parents and even less from the world. He wasn't bored or lonely or sad. He was safe. He could breathe. He could relax.