My sweet precious five year old told me that today as he got into the car crying because he couldn't stand the noise at the park we stopped at after school. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Yes, his autism could be so much worse. Yes, he could have something terminal. Yes, we are lucky and blessed to have the resources we have to get him the help he needs. But for fuck's sake, it breaks my heart for him to say these things. "Nobody likes me." "Everyone hates me." "I don't have any friends." I can tolerate those - but "I'm a failure."
I can't type anymore. I can't see the screen.