You begin this day just as any other, at 5:24 am when those little boy feet hit the hardwood floor and you begin doing the math of how many hours you have to fill for him today. You are worried about how he will be today. How you will pass the time as you wait for … [Read more…]
I’ve written this, my story – my son’s story – for all the moms out there who are in this awkward state of quasi-“special needs” but have no real claim to the title. For the moms who have put in the hours at the doctors office or the school district and had the evaluations, but come up empty. For the moms who are seeking help and answers, but can’t seem to get anyone to listen.
For the mom who feels alone in the typical world, but still remains on the outskirts of what seems like a privileged “special needs” community. You know your friends are exhausted, running ragged from therapy to therapy – but sometimes you envy them, because at least they have an answer, they have professional help. You’re just left with your child, alone in your quest for answers.