Honesty

Why aren’t we honest about our kids with disabilities?  Why don’t we talk about this?  It is the  elephant in the room no one will bring up.  I just don’t get it.  I personally think the only way we will ever find answers is if we help each other.  And that means being honest.  Even if it is scary and even if it means the cool people in your social circles won’t accept you.  Newsflash- THEY AREN’T YOUR FRIENDS.


I took my 5 year old to a birthday party today and was shocked at what I learned about some of these moms in a 2 hour span.  We spoke about anti-depressants, anxiety meds, marital troubles, weight gain, etc.  I brought up my son’s new school and Asperger’s diagnosis and I got silence in return.  At first, I felt out of place.  Then I got angry.  


When my son was about 3, I would take him out and he would sit in the bathroom wherever we were and repeatedly flush the toilet over and over for hours.  Yes, it was embarrassing but I also learned who my true friends were.  They were the ones that would bring him snacks in the bathroom and say “no big deal” .  They would help me find humor when I only had tears.  They would sit with me in the bathroom and help me talk to my son.  These are real friends.


What is it with these mommy wars?  The unspoken competition regarding our children?  Why does it even exist?  I don’t care whose kid walked first, spoke first or who is on the honor roll or best behaved kid in school.  If that is your kid, I am truly and honestly happy for you.  But, for the millions of others in my shoes, open up!  Be honest.  Help the other struggling moms who need to hear that they are not alone.