Dear Sensory Processing Disorder, potential Cerebral Palsy, muscle spasticity, abnormal gait, microcephaly, hypertonia and hypotonia,
I hate you.
Dear Severe Expressive Language Disorder,
I hate you the most.....
I hate that out of all the things you take from my son, each day, you took his ability to speak. To be heard, to relate, to articulate his thoughts into vocabulary.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I hate you when I ask my Bear how his day was after school.
I hate you when I peek into his folder to know how his day was at school.
I hate you when he gets upset that we're not understanding him.
I hate you when my heart aches to know what his sweet little words would sound like.
I hate you when he reaches for someone to get their attention and they walk past because they didn't notice him.
I hate the look on his face when he feels ignored.
I hate you when the only sound he can make is Mmm for everything.
I hate you when I wonder how he feels and never truly know.
I hate you most when the silence gets too loud.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.


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