Today we were the norm.Today we went to the annual TACA picnic. It was a great time for sure. Pudd'n started to fuss when we got there and I told him to have as much as an autistic melt down as he wanted.
No one was going to give us the stink eye or stare at us because he's tantruming.
Jenny McCarty was there to meet people and promote her new book about her son and his recovery. I can't help but feel insainly jealous that the GF/CF diet worked for her and not my son. We did that damn diet for one and half years and got shit for results. Her kid is on it two weeks and his language doubled.
Come to think of it, every damn new "silver bullet" they claim will make your autistic kid recover has never worked on my son. Sure, we may get a wee bit more eye contact and he might pop out with a word (never to be repeated again); but that is it.
It gets so damn fustrating to spend all that money and get shit for results. Insurance does not cover anything, everything we've tried comes out of our pocket at a great expesnse. I don't even want to think about deeply we are in debt.
Ok, I'm done with my pity party.
I think I'll go take a nap.