Not that I'm whining. Not that I don't enjoy my life. It's just ...
Well, I have a son who is autistic. Luckily, he is not severely so and has managed to get into college BUT ... we had to fight and claw to get him through school, to get him the services he needed to succeed, to find him resources to help him function, AND we've had to put up with a LOT of abuse and misconceptions and misunderstandings along the way. Everything about life as it deals with integrating our son into the world we live in has been just plain old HARD. Nothing has been easy, nothing has been simple, nothing has gone smoothly. Everything is such a struggle and some days ...
some days I just don't want to have to struggle any more.
Even now that he is college where he is supposed to have disability services, he has to fight to get them ... which means I have to keep helping him to fight to get them. And it's just more than I can cope with some days. He has come so far in his life, farther than most people ever thought he would, and he has the promise of a bright future so I guess I just don't understand why we still have to struggle so hard.
They told us when he was diagnosed that the diagnoses was for life. It wasn't something that would ever go away. And yet, I hoped, maybe, somehow, if we did all the right things in all the right ways, if we got him the help he needed, if we fed him the right foods, if we encouraged him in the right ways, if people just understood his diagnoses and what it means for his life and our life that it would be Okay ... but some days, it's just not okay.
As a parent it literally physically hurts me that my child has to endure what he has in life and emotionally at times is just devastating beyond words. And probably the worst part, is I feel so alone, so isolated from the world because only other parents of autistic children understand the complete and utter exhaustion and emotional roller coaster that we live with and yet, we have no time to help one another because we are constantly helping our kids.
Tears just don't resolve ...
Well, I have a son who is autistic. Luckily, he is not severely so and has managed to get into college BUT ... we had to fight and claw to get him through school, to get him the services he needed to succeed, to find him resources to help him function, AND we've had to put up with a LOT of abuse and misconceptions and misunderstandings along the way. Everything about life as it deals with integrating our son into the world we live in has been just plain old HARD. Nothing has been easy, nothing has been simple, nothing has gone smoothly. Everything is such a struggle and some days ...
some days I just don't want to have to struggle any more.
Even now that he is college where he is supposed to have disability services, he has to fight to get them ... which means I have to keep helping him to fight to get them. And it's just more than I can cope with some days. He has come so far in his life, farther than most people ever thought he would, and he has the promise of a bright future so I guess I just don't understand why we still have to struggle so hard.
They told us when he was diagnosed that the diagnoses was for life. It wasn't something that would ever go away. And yet, I hoped, maybe, somehow, if we did all the right things in all the right ways, if we got him the help he needed, if we fed him the right foods, if we encouraged him in the right ways, if people just understood his diagnoses and what it means for his life and our life that it would be Okay ... but some days, it's just not okay.
As a parent it literally physically hurts me that my child has to endure what he has in life and emotionally at times is just devastating beyond words. And probably the worst part, is I feel so alone, so isolated from the world because only other parents of autistic children understand the complete and utter exhaustion and emotional roller coaster that we live with and yet, we have no time to help one another because we are constantly helping our kids.
Tears just don't resolve ...