Journey with Special Needs Children

Its 10:56 P.M., I’m still at work having a little bit of downtime. This week has been a rough week for both me and my son. My son has had a lot of regression during this past half a year, and today I’m losing a little bit of faith and hope. I am also feeling guilty and thinking of all the ways that I can better use my time to help him. As the days go by so fast, I feel like I am on a time clock that is speeding at an alarming rate, when I need it to slow down. I am no where close to the goals that I want to meet with my son, instead we are just going backwards. As I know this is sounding like I’m making a lot of this about myself, but I just really really want to help him. I don’t want to imagine what life is going to be like for him if something bad happens to me. All I want for him is to be healthy and happy, but I just can’t feel at ease about what is to come. I feel like I am going in a loop, thinking the same things over and over again. Hoping for the same things over and over again, that I am driving myself mad. And sadly I feel like no-one can truly understand these struggles unless they have a special needs child themselves. Sorry for the depressing short ramble, but as everyone knows Im just an overly concerned mom.

-sincerely and hoping everyone had a great fathers day