“Little one, won’t you smile for me?” Her eyes twinkled, and her smile held more warmth than the summer night outside. Her hands held Krishna’s firmly, but gently. Krishna stopped struggling to escape from my arms.
Watching your child hurt themself takes your feeling of helplessness as a parent to a different level. Krishna had a horrible weekend, and so did his parents. He was in some pain that he couldn’t express.
Parenting is tough. Parenting an autistic child who cannot express themselves is an order of magnitude tougher. And there is no book or guide to walk you through this parenting journey, despite all the books on
“How are you coping?” Such a simple question, isn’t it? And yet, when it was asked, I found that I didn’t know how to answer it, because the words rose and then stopped somewhere in my