It’s not that I necessary look old. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I look tired. I look rushed. I look like I’ve let myself go. Mom tells the realities of caring for others with special needs.
"By this time I was crying and having a moment, not because I was embarrassed that my son is autistic, but because he is a good kid and I didn't want anyone to think he was just a spoiled kid being a brat.”