But I asked her to stop. She didn’t. I asked her again and she hit me. Screamed again. Screamed that she hates me. In those moments I have two choices.
My goal as a mother is to give my child the best life I can and I admit it — I need help.
When you are an autism parent, much of your life becomes consumed by a child’s needs. What makes a good friend? Or a bad one… Is it us? Is it them?
How are they going to help my child? Where does it start and where does it end?
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Have you ever been a stranger in the audience who wanted to help but didn’t know if you should interject or just mind your business? Does that parent even want help? Will they accept it?
While everyone else was chatting, I ran around the monkey bars and dodged kids on swings to make sure my unaware child did not get kicked in the face.
Tonight when it happened…all I could think was that every reaction I have had previously took made me feel like a failure. All of the research has pointed towards all of these approaches and yet the stares always feel like my reaction to her meltdown is what people look at. But I don’t know. Is it my reaction or her inability to calm down quickly enough?
The different responses I get each time I ask, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”