So yesterday I wrote “what comes around, comes around.” Siliconmom commented about this sentence, the last one in the post:
Is that one of the stages of being an autistic parent – that at some point you realize and accept that life is what it is?
For me, I would say, yes, very much, and that, too, hope starts with acceptance.
Charlie was around 5 years old when I let go of feeling I had to save him from, and fight against, and do the warrior mom thing. I’m not saying I don’t have moments when a shadow of the old “fightin’ spirit” …read more