It doesn’t mean you don’t love your child. In fact, it means the opposite.
No questions, when asked to by those looking to understand, are ever offensive.
With a non-verbal boy with autism, it’s not as simple as good, bad, happy, or mad. There’s a lot to process.
Loving him “because he’s mine” is just one part of the much bigger equation and dismissive of a bigger point.
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
Feeding him corn or peas by the spoonful myself is actually pretty easy. It would take all of five minutes. But, I shouldn’t.
He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.
In those moments where it is just him and me, I’m more honest with myself than at any other points of my day.
These outbursts might still occur in his daily travels. I rarely see them anymore.
There’s no peak he needs to reach in order to make me see him as a success. He simply has to keep climbing