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Trying Times

I really don't have an answer looking at it for what it is his behavior is a problem and I just wanna solve it the logical thing that comes to mind is to discipline him physically but will that really resolve it I gotta find a way to deal with the constant feeling of him not being able to properly communicate I kinda blame his mother because she dealt him this damage so in my heart I gotta confess there's still a little hate or was it just fate, it's too late for the what ifs and should've, could've, would've's I love him unconditionally so what he's going threw I feel too in my left bosom No time to be weak, passive, or complacent this here is the testing of my faith so I must remain patient What I'm chasing seems to be for my first born to get better and be normal contemplating medication but everything will work out in due time done in accordance like it's formal these are trying times so I guess I really gotta try harder even if everything and everyone around me is folding I must remain stronger Dedicated to my son my firstborn diagnosed with ASD we will get threw this together whatever it takes I love you

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