Ella, Special needs parenting

The Ugly Truth

I felt for her, I felt every word she said I felt it.  The crushing loneliness, the feeling that no one understood, hiding bruises and bite marks from the latest meltdown.  The isolation, not being able to go the the park and just sit and watch like other mothers do.  Tiny things building up and getting on her nerves - like still brushing the teeth of an 14 year old, and most of all the fear of the future.  Who is going to look after my child when she's gone.  Who is going to understand how to handle these outbursts.  In the end she did the unspeakable - the unthinkable.  I put the book down and cried my eyes out.  What an utterly horrible and heart-breaking story to read.