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.
How can I allow my school-aged child with autism to still play with a toy designed for a toddler? Doesn’t that go against the very nature of my job?
Surely he’d talk by three. When three came and went, it was surely four. It was a never ending cycle of “everything will be different next year.”