...filling in forms for your husband and writing letters to describe how ASD has shaped our family's life in the past few years, when he can't find the words.
I don't know if he understands how hard it was for me, for many reasons.
It's not nice easy for him to acknowledge these things, when it's his son wrapped up in medical terminology . His perfect baby, who saved his life eight years ago.
When someone is saying he's different, and in turn society says there is something wrong.
When he has to face all the things we're not able to give him or just can't afford at the moment. When he's wondering, should he have somehow know before the diagnosis.
When he's blaming himself for so much.
I don't blame him for forgetting I love Mr. Buttons too.
On some level it was therapeutic too, like someone listened to how this feels for me, which had made it easier being able to support Hubby too.
So, with a calmer, clearer head, I wait to hear news about the latest squeeze in house form.
On my side, it was love at first sight...
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