This journey is hard. And oftentimes we feel like complete failures when we lose our tempers, meltdown, or allow our exhaustion to take over and react harshly to our children. But you and I are not failures. Not even close!
It was the 10th time I had been called home from work in 3 months. My supervisor, co-workers, and even volunteers were starting to respond with much less grace than the first few times it happened. My child’s behavior had peaked to dangerous levels. We were less than a year removed from receiving the diagnosis that confirmed everything we already knew- FASD.