Feeling so humbled and grateful to have had the right people in my child's life, at all of the right times. I spent two hours in a council with some very brave parents tonight, discussing all of the ways that our state is failing our children, and facing the overwhelming question of how to turn things around. The possibilities are still nebulous, but you've got to have at least a little spark of hope when a council head has the humility to look at a room full of autism parents and say, "I'm not the expert in this room. You all are."
Two hours is time enough for a lot of sad stories to be told, though. Each parent's testimony was both heartbreakingly similar, and miles away from the next one--and worlds away from my own.
Hug your babies a little tighter tonight, guys. There is always--ALWAYS--someone in a worse place than where you are now. And to all of the teachers and therapists in C's life - thank you. Every second mattered.
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