Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?
All I needed to do was be there for him.
Wherever you go, there you are. I can’t wait to get there.
The key to everything is repetition.
Don’t pity me for my child. I don’t want it and I won’t have it.
I want the world to know. It’s the whole reason I write.
I don’t care why he has autism.
There’s no shame in the things that make us who we are.
It doesn’t matter how many times we have to go over it, we will.
You have to experience what someone else went through to appreciate how they go through it.