Written by Kari Patterson of Sacred Mundane.
I held my breath as I looked at the list. Every single item. It described him to the T. How had I never known? Wordlessly, I slid the laptop over to my husband. His eyes widened as he scrolled down, just as amazed.
You mean, this is a thing?
There’s a name for this? And it’s legit?
Relief and grief often go hand-in-hand. On the one hand, I was overwhelmed with relief, finally freed from the crippling belief that all my son’s challenges were the result of my own inadequacies.
Terrible handwriting? Clearly my fault. Can’t tie shoes? My failure. Strange social behavior? My mess-up.
Lack of eye-contact, emotional maturity, empathy and a dozen other “typical” behavioral benchmarks?
But now, here, with one word I was freed from this Mommy-guilt prison.
His challenges weren’t my fault. This … was a thing.