I instinctively do not trust them and have avoided them in my adult life. OK, that pic is a bit off. I didn't get glasses until the end of high school.
|love the matching, yet alternating hats, don't you?|
Most of those mom's have moved on and I only get to stop and reflect now because our time is almost up too. Jay is going to a public school next year. His ABA therapists swear up and down he is ready. I will be praying that all goes well and that we don't have to return to the private school (aka, my personal hell). I'm praying that through my frustration I make some connections and come to the realization that all spectrum mommies are fighting their own battles. I suppose these thoughts suggest something about my own personal psyche. I do wonder though, doesn't everyone have these thoughts, even the Autism Barbies? I truly suspect that on the inside they look more like the the Autism cheerleader I look like on the inside.