My daughter with autism turns 15 years old today. And I find myself wondering, where did the time go?
When I think back, I realize all the stages of grief I went through and sometimes am still experiencing. It was extremely ugly in the beginning. I was scared and overwhelmed. Life had just dealt me a big blow and I was completely unprepared for it. I yearned for something I lost. My heart missed the typically developing child that one day took a bad turn for the worse and regressed into autism. Continue reading