One More Step Forward
Last week I got so upset at a friend of mine that I was forced to get up in a packed restaurant and walk out as to prevent from having a full blow public meltdown: The kind of meltdown that is NOT a tantrum, but a GIANT emotional response to my feelings of being hurt, judged, misunderstood and totally overwhelmed at the injustice of it all. I’ve lost it before. Primarily in doctors’ offices when advocating for my kid(s) was being completely missed and my impulse to protect and defend my boys was pushed to the limit. Then, I am happy to speak my mind. Which is usually met with less than the best of results. :-/ This time the boys weren’t with me. This time it was just one adult, who for all practical purposes meant well (don’t they always?) and was attempting to make a point – just as I was doing. The difference is that my boys and I do not live in the philosophical world that non-special needs parents often do. We do not have the luxury of philosophical debate. We do not live ...