These are my scratched up hands. The monkey had a meltdown a week ago. And my hands are still healing. This is the part that I always struggle with. Going to the office, hiding my hands during meetings, trying so hard not to have to explain why my son hurt me.

This is our autism life. Where we have beautiful days and pretty rough ones too. And even though my son apologized and kissed me to forgive him, my heart still hurts days later.



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