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.
“Taking out these needles by the handful to take this photograph was...surreal. Half way through my hands started to quiver, my breath got short and I had to stop. I sat down, looked at it and started to cry."
I’ve had enough of scrolling through comment threads and seeing over and over again questions like, “Where were the parents?” and thoughts like, “This is what happens when you don’t watch your kids.”
