I'm Overly Sensitive
When oldest boy was diagnosed with autism, lo these many years ago, my feelings were hurt. Actually they were shredded into tiny bits. There were no guarantees that he would ever talk. There was no idea of what his potential was. There was no knowledge of what kind of behaviors we would face. There was no guarantee of how this would also affect my second child I was so obviously pregnant with in that exam room. Who we now know is even more affected by autism than his brother. When I sent him off on a school bus at 3 years of age, when we had wanted to nurture him at home, my feelings were hurt. Seeing my baby get on that bus tore me to pieces. When we couldn't get physical or occupational or speech therapy at school or our community, except as a lame excuse for an aide, my feelings were hurt. When there was no ABA available , and I bought books and set up my own therapy, my feelings were hurt. When a kindergarten teacher told me she had taught an au...