This was tough to do...Bub saw me working on it and said Oh great...the worst day of my life. I explained this was for me not so much for him...he wouldn't have this page as a memory unless he wanted to. I then went on to explain that maybe he could see the picture as change....things changed after that. If only I could convince myself to see it the same way. This was the picture...the only one that turned out from his 8th grade graduation. I hadn't seen him in a group setting since first grade...Since his diagnosis this picture haunts me. It screams at me to wake up and see what's there.
I wasn't going to share it...but then I decided by not sharing it might be that I'm ashamed. I am not ashamed. He is still my baby. My sweet sweet boy. I just don't want to add pain to pain. Here's to healing...
I agree with you on this one. Is this your brother or your son? I support Autism. Being a third grade teacher, I see it daily. It is not something to be ashamed of, but instead, unique quality to love even more so! I really like your layout and keep you in my prayers!
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Kim xXx
He is my oldest son. My middle son has it as well, as does my husband. They all have it to different degrees, and living a day in our lives can sure be difficult! I have adapted well, but some days are better than others!
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