" Will he ever be able to read properly?" " I don't know." "You know, like a Harry Potter book or something?" "I'm really not sure. We didn't even think he would be able to speak to us a few years ago, but I think he may have trouble with big stories, maybe even filling out and understanding forms when he's older. I just don't know..." This is part of a conversation that I had recently with Ethan's Dad. Those questions that I do not have the answers for. As a mum, I am wracking my brain to work out ways that I can help Ethan with giving him the best tools and skills so that he can get through this thing we call life. Society is brutal. And I can only imagine how even more brutal and perhaps frightening it could be for a young person with an Intellectual Disability trying to navigate their way through the maze. I just want to protect him for the rest of my days. As Mothers do. I've reached out to a
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY