My sister called me crying the night her son was diagnosed. Not because she did not already suspect it, she had suspected it for over a year. She cried because suddenly it was official, and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Who do you call? What does therapy...
My neighbor’s son spent three years being told he was “just not applying himself.” Three years of report cards saying the same thing. Three years of that boy sitting at the kitchen table every night, crying over homework while his parents tried...
My neighbour’s daughter did not say a single word until she was almost three. Her parents were told by their family doctor to “just wait and see.” They waited. They saw. By the time she started kindergarten, she was so far behind her classmates that...
There’s a particular kind of worry that settles in when you know something isn’t right with your child’s learning but you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. Maybe their teacher has mentioned concerns. Maybe you’ve watched your...
Nobody wakes up one day and decides to fall apart. It happens slowly. A bit more stress here, a bit less sleep there, pulling back from people you care about, telling yourself you are fine when you are clearly not. Then one day you realise you have been running on...
