I Cried For All Special Needs Parents
Yesterday, I cried.
That’s right, this strong, brave mother who everyone thinks has the answers, cried big ugly crocodile tears.
Everything I thought I was doing right was questioned.
I went home after yet another meeting for Kyle and went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my boots, fell backward, and had myself a good cry.
Yesterday, I cried.
I cried for all the days that I was too busy, too tired, too mad to cry.
I cried for all the hard work, meetings, and paperwork I have done the past few years for autism.
I cried for all the times I was too busy dealing with a meltdown and didn’t have time to cry. I cried from all the stress from doctors’ appointments, evaluations, and diagnoses.
I cried for all the special needs parents who feel the same way I do.
I cried for all the lost hours with my son due to therapies.
I cried for my children because I want only the best for them. I cried for my autistic son who the world doesn’t understand.
I cried for my husband who might not ever get that father-son future most men dream of.
I cried for the lack of acceptance and awareness of autism.
Yesterday, I cried.
I questioned myself.
Am I doing what’s right for my child? Is he in the right placement? Is he getting what he needs? Am I failing? Does he need more than what he is getting? Is everything I thought was true, a lie? How do I know what is the right decision? Does he stay or go? Do more or do less? Should I stray from the path I thought was right? Do we make a huge change? How do I make these choices without knowing the future?
I cried yesterday because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry.