I am so torn these days. Torn between not knowing enough to speak readily about autism awareness and having to speak out more for autism awareness.
I am torn these days between the good of ABA therapy and the bad of ABA therapy.
I am torn these days between helping my child fit in and helping my child be accepting of his differences.
I am torn these days between accommodating my child’s needs and not expecting enough of him so that he soars to new heights I didn’t even know were possible.
I am torn between knowing what my child needs and what may end up harming him in the end.
I am torn. I am a mom.