Shake the dust off this thing

I actually stayed away so long I forgot my password.  Got that straightened out.  I'm typing this on the iPad, this must be what those bad typists feel like when they have to peck things out on a keyboard using two fingers.

I am almost finished with my Master's degree in Psychology, which I got into so I could learn more about teaching the developmentally disabled.  I am here at this point and made a huge discovery that I am not responsible for fixing my kid.  Absorb that.   Seems like I wasted two years of graduate school learning how to fix my kid, only to realize when I'm almost done that it's not my responsibility.  I finally realized that all I have to do is love him.  Whatever he learns or doesn't learn is not on me, it's up to him.  Maybe he'll get there and maybe he won't.

I, like many special needs parents, got caught up in making myself responsible for something I had no power over.  We do that, assign ourselves the responsibility for our child's development, because we don't want to feel powerless in the face of our child's disability.  It's really quite profound.

So, here I am struggling to learn to let go of the result and just love my son.  That's all I am supposed to do.   It's really hard, what really makes it hard, is the despair.  It's really hard to find love in your heart when your child's disability is screaming in your face and all you feel is soul-shattering despair and begin to question if you even want to live anymore.  And in this place, find your love, express your love.   That is really tough.

I thought I'd write it all in my book, about loving your kid, but I'm not at the right place right now bc I haven't fully come to grips with the struggle myself yet.  To be continued.