Name changed and expecting a bit of a telling off. I need to get this off my chest.
Life is hard at the moment. My much loved and longed for son is autistic and we are
all Struggling. He is unable to speak or communicate well, is dysregulated and we've just had another horrendous bedtime.
I took the most beautiful picture of him earlier and as I always do, I look at it and imagine what life would be like if he could talk to me. If he didn't have communication struggles. The conversations and laughter we would have, I'd finally be called mama. He'd say good morning and good night to me, give me a hug and say hi mama. It's breaking my heart and I am just broken. I don't know how to help him. This isn't what I wanted for him and us.