There is something you need to do – and you need to do it now.
Take me off the pedestal.
I am not special or different, and I have not been endowed with any special wisdom or knowledge. I do not glow in the dark or have a special spandex suit. My brain hasn’t been enhanced by chemicals or magical rays.
I cannot and will not listen to the phrase “God won’t give you more than you can handle.” anymore. It is a phrase that makes the speaker feel better. It is a phrase that releases the speaker from helping. The speaker can assign it all to the mythical sadistic cloud-fairy-grandpa and then they aren’t obligated to put forth any energy. There are no comforts in those words to a special needs parent.
Also, I cannot cure my son – or “fix” my son. There is not a magic pill or therapy that will make him more tolerable. We have steps of progress – but if you’re waiting for him to finally “be normal and well” – well, you’re gonna be waiting a long time. I can’t make him potty train. I can’t make him be quiet. I can’t make him do anything. Please stop expecting me to.
- Special needs parents aren’t special. We put our panties on one leg at a time. We do not have special or extra knowledge or powers.
- There is no special needs parent school or book or guide or workshop or potion. We honestly have NO CLUE what we’re doing. Seriously.
- A diagnosis is just that – solely and completely a diagnosis. There is no power in a diagnosis beyond what you give it. It’s just a label – on a file folder that holds a kid that does things we don’t understand for reasons we can’t figure out.
Please take me off this pedestal.