Asperger syndrome, because of you, I never know what the day will bring when it comes to life with my son.
Because of you, my family and I live in two different worlds, the “typical”and the “special” — never quite knowing where we fit in.
Because of you, it feels like we’re constantly running a race but falling just short of the finish line.
Because of you, I don’t know when the next meltdown will come. When it does come, I feel like it’s my fault. I should have done this or I could have done that… All I want to do is speak my son’s language and give him what he needs
Because of you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to comfort my son when he’s having a hard time, and it breaks my heart.
Because of you, I question what my son needs in any given moment, despite having a mother’s intuition.
Because of you, second guessing is a game I play all too well. It’s my living hell.