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Your Son Is Autistic Part 1
This day I awoke, I had spent nights up before, till the point my body is what gave in. One would say I was probly depressed, but I like to think I spent it, asking myself what I already knew. I can remember feeling, love, shame, anger and happiness, all after opening my eyes, i wanted to but i couldnt bring myself to cry. I manged to get dressed, and while it seemed like forever, before I knew it, it was time to go. The ride there, was drivin in silence, neither of us realy talked, the music singing sounds, that I couldnt realy hear. I have never felt so alone and I asked myself...can I do this? When we arrived, I prepared myself, only for what I already knew. they greeted me with honesty, and a calming I can't describe, and i wonderd if, perhaps Kim had felt this way. They spoke with words they probly didnt think I understood, but have been through so many tests myself, now my child was the one, the one about to be labled. I had to ask myself "Is this my fault?" I would like ta say when they told me, I broke down and cryed, the truth is I felt nothing, and I began to ask myself why.
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