Normally I lurk on this board, but tonight I am so full of despair I don't know what to do, and this seems like the only place to let it out. I know I should feel that I love my child who has an ASD enough that I wouldn't want to change him. I know I should feel that without the ASD he wouldn't be him. I know I should have enough love and understanding to see the world from his point of view. Well, I suppose sometimes I do. But often he is so damned difficult that I would give anything for just one day of normality. Just one day when he didn't throw things, hit his brother, hit his parents, when I could trust him to go in the kitchen alone, when he would listen when I have to say no. Just one day when I can listen to other parents talk about their children without feeling sad, just one day when he could play with other children without hurting them, just one day when we could have a normal family life. Just one normal, happy day. I sometimes feel I can't go on being patient and understanding and loving. I want him to be different and I don't want to have to cope endlessly. Sometimes I'm so crap at it and I just hate him.
Not sure what anybody can do, just wanted to say it. It's such a taboo. Of course there's no option, of course I just have to try the best I can and go on, one foot in front of the other. This is a bad patch, it won't be like this forever. I have to believe that, or I'd slit my wrists...