My Biggest Fear
Every Friday, Jackson asks to drive through a quiet little neighborhood near our house. So on the way home from our daily errands, I indulge this inexplicable whim of his, and turn into Sleepy Hollow Woods and slowly drive around the hilly streets that make a nice loop back to the main road. It takes all of 5 minutes, but it gives him so much pleasure, that I never mind our weekly detour. This morning, however, my heart was heavy with worry. I have not been feeling well lately and have become consumed with fear that it is more than just a seasonal bug or a passing inconvenience. As the mother of an autistic child, my biggest fear is dying young and leaving him alone in this often cruel and harsh world that does not seem to be getting any better in terms of special needs care and acceptance. Paul and I both struggle with this issue, as all parents of autism do. It is rarely talked about, since the day to day issues can be so overwhelming...so we push this ...