But considering they lock him in his room at night, a bit of
Also, chill, #HellMother. At four *I* jumped through a glass table *in a store*. Feces? Not the worst thing you could've ended up dealing with.
This is NOT forced labor. You CHOSE to have a kid. You LET your husband divorce himself from the bulk of the work. Take your martyrdom and stuff it, #HellMother
Because you continue to torture your child with ABA and lock him in his room at night. There is no room in my heart for
"The only thing worse than wandering the streets is returning home, my tomb above ground where I'm often greeted by indifference, aggression, or anger."
Like how you lock Zack in his room every night with no consideration for how it makes him feel?
An ability that exists to this day, if her current behavior is anything to go by. #HellMother
You're the living, walking, breathing nightmare, #HellMother. You know the ABA is hurting him. You've seen it, you've acknowledged it. Yet you persist. And as such you're experiencing the fallout of
It's hard to be sure of the precise emotion that drives Zack, but there is no doubt in my mind that the relentless therapy and the denial of all comforts--autistic behaviors such as flapping or rocking with which he can express himself--plus the unwillingness
He was taught words for red and dog and truck and I want, but no one taught him words for "Stop, this is
This is where I stop for the night. I know this read through is
I know a lot of my fellow autistics could not bear to read this, and I don't blame them one bit.
I also know they need--and many of them want--to know at least to some extent what they're up against. #HellMother
So I will continue
My activism has slackened some over the years while I've grappled with insomnia, fibromyalgia, hypermobility and type 2 bipolar disorder. I
Weird though it might sound, #HellMother 's book allows me to give back. If what I'm doing now can protect even one child from such tortures, I'll have achieved a lifetime's worth.