Special needs parents are grieving. The process is long and may never really end. I tend to bounce around the different stages of grief. There have been many months when I walk around with a smile on my face but I am dying on the inside. My tears just start to well up so quickly when talking about my son.
I remember so many times, just visiting the special needs programs with my eyes so misty. "I can't believe this is real", "I can't believe my son has to be here", were my thoughts. My son is not only disabled, he is severely, multiply disabled. That is the reality.
I would sit down in meetings with therapists, or school staff members and go through my sons history and just be trying so hard not to cry. I was just absolutely dying inside. It has gotten better over the years, now that he is four. I still get teary, but I can dry it up more quickly.We are grieving the loss of a normal child, plain and simple. I am lucky that I get to have a normal daughter, as well as my special son. I have a separate pain for her, because she is constantly reminding me that I don't give her the attention she needs and desires. She says, " I wish I was disabled too, so you'd love me as much as you love Andy". It kills me. It truly rips me apart inside.
Despite all the hurt, Andy and Gabby truly love each other, and she is the light of his life. They were meant to be together, as he was meant to be with us.




