Last week, we went to the ER for the third time in 3 months. They were encouraging our spirits as we were taking care of our little guy-Tristan. They were watching us handle Tristan as he was miserable from medication that was intended to help him. These are some thoughts I had.
“I always said we would keep Tristan at home with us for as long as possible. Has possible has now come at age 13? I envisioned at least age 18, but I thought it could be age 25 or 30. Why now? I ask myself.”
As I write this minute, I do not know what the future holds for my family. I have learned a lot of hard truths these past 72 hours about the autism disability. I also learned the hard truth of what happens when families face a crisis. I will continue to share. It is a side that I think most people have never considered.