The diagnosis, while not changing me as a person, helped me to understand myself better. It helped me to treat myself better.
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
It’s not the same. It isn’t real.
I don’t let them turn me into the same people who hurt me. I never will.
People like that love company.
We may struggle to help our children, but we never struggle to love them
I knew nothing about autism and nothing about being non-verbal. Hell, I knew nothing about having a son.
Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
If there was any chance that we could have the relationship that I envisioned rather than the one I feared, I was going to do everything in my power to make it happen.
Most people will go their entire lives and never have what he and I have. Most people would never even understand it.