Today, after almost one year of sharing my true heart and personal story with all of you here on Facebook and on my blog, I got my first hate-mongering comment. To be honest, I’m surprised […]
My son was silent for three years. He led me by hand to everything he wanted or needed. I didn’t know if I would ever hear his little voice… but he found it. Regressions can […]
My interview questions now tossed aside, I confessed the challenges I’ve been facing as a newbie special needs mom.
Questioning, seeking, confronting, hearing, and accepting a diagnosis has not exactly been a picnic in the park for us, so can you please not make this part harder on us than it has to be? The last thing we need right now is to convince you of something we, too, are struggling to accept. We are working full-time to support our children through this, so please don’t make us work for your support too.
So if we cannot possibly learn how to identify each individual’s invisible disability through self-education, then what can we possibly do? Well, I have good news for you. The answer is free, and you don’t even have to google it. It already lies within you. Instead of looking for the disability in others, look for the humanity within yourself. It will not fail you.
f you are truly concerned that a special needs parent will not feel “special” enough for the lifelong task they’ve recently inherited, then perhaps, instead of insisting that none of us are special, tell them that they sure as hell will be.
I looked around and I saw babies and toddlers and teenagers with magic in their eyes as my boy clung to me for dear life. I looked into to the sympathetic gaze of my lifelong best friend and my eyes welled up with a thousand tears I had never cried.