So when you are pregnant you think of what this amazing little being will be like. Will my son be funny will he look like me. No one really thinks will my son have special needs.
I go through fazes of, oh my son is going to grow out of it, he just struggles a little more and if I just push him harder or work with him more he will just be like everyone else. So I sit and I think of ways to help him. Sometimes it's all day. I google until my data limit is up. I join every support group and Facebook page that's out there. I am mom, and I can fix it. I think about it so much my head will probably explode soon. I volunteer multiple times a week and show up to Iep meetings with my own behavior plans. Not that it helps.
Someone said to me that it is just a bump in his road he will just be fine. Umm that's really cute non parent friend of mine this is not just a bump he will get over , he's not going to figure it out and be just fine. Hello lady at hip hop class my son is not screaming and trying to bite me because he just doesn't like hip hop., and no trick or treater dad please don't act like my son is being a baby for crying he can't help it.
This blog is my outlet I'm gonna give It a try see if it helps me not explode as I navigate crapy school systems and people who just don't understand. I am a fighter I fight for my son every single day because he can't fight for him self.

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