Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
Then again, it’s hard being a parent at all. Actually it’s hard just being alive sometimes.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
Some of the most beautiful human beings I have ever met have told me horror stories about interactions with some of the vilest individuals out there.
I often say that the world should try to be a little more like my son. We’d all be better for it.
Once again, I learn about the world through his eyes in ways I never would have noticed on my own.
Some friends have understood. Others haven’t. To be completely honest, sometimes I didn’t either.
Their “expertise”, or lack thereof, isn’t limited to autism and the families affected by it. They will also judge anything else they don’t know.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.