Do you ever get that tight feeling inside when you feel very low and wish with all your heart that your child wasn't disabled because the years of care just seem too much?
Got it now. Was watching 'normal' toddlers this morning. DD in her wheelchair. People on the bus looking at her and assuming because she is quadraplegic, drooling and making weird noises that she is 'retarded' too. Feeling hurt on her behalf and angry at their assumptions and just wishing to have a normal everyday boring day.
Had to get that out before I bursted.