It takes too much mental effort to think of a witty title when I sit here sick at the thought of her moving on. I know I should be celebrating. I know I should be marking such an occasion with pictures and excitement and all around glee but I am fucking terrified. You're not all ready for her. I know that every time I flip open my laptop and read horrible stories of exclusion and hate for kids like Kate.
In my opinion, (I say that so the assholes keep their angry comments to themselves), when you raise a child with special needs of different abilities (or whatever language you wish I'd use) each year of growth gets a little more terrifying.
Her delays are more evident. Her outburst are more frequent. Her differences unmistakable.
If it's not your reality, it will be. How does that strike you? You go ahead and scroll past all that shit you don't want to read because autism has nothing to do with you. Look at the stats below and tell me if it won't be your reality soon enough.
No more excuses. You're going to need to learn about autism and you're going to need to learn how to fully include and respect all individuals on the spectrum. Period.
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)