... and that all the blood, sweat, and tears, all the books on social skills you bought on Amazon, the careful networking with the other mums, the thoughtfully laid-out playdates, all the fricking cookies you had to decorate at those playdates, the hours spent training your little asocial one to pretend play and take turns, the muscle you sprained playing football in the hope that your little not-so-sporty one would get into the beautiful game, are all just one big attempt to force a square peg into a round hole?
Many experts on autism say that children like my DS actually want friends, they just don't know how, and we the parents have to work our ass off teaching them. What if it's not true? Sometimes I feel like a despot doing violence to my child's personality in the name of knowing what's best for him.
Am I just trying too hard?? Sorry about the rant...