That guilt was because I was still learning the difference between hoping and needing. I was hoping my son would speak. As I’ve come to realize though, I didn’t need it.
Cherish the time you have on Earth…or don’t. Whatever. Either way, your time here is limited.
The responsibility I feel has more to do with me than it does with him.
As the parent to a child with Autism, it pulls me back to the early days of his life…
Yes, it’s an exaggerated sense of fault in situations like these, but that’s how they become learning experiences.
There’s nothing more frustrating than telling someone about your child’s special needs and being greeted with an immediate inquisition on potential things they think you could have done to cause them.
There are very few good parenting moments that allow us to put our feet up in another room, but this is one of them. It’s like finding a vegetable that tastes like ice cream cake.