For a while now I’ve been meaning to write about my experiences as a parent to a child with various “issues”. In CB’s 8 years we’ve dealt with sensory issues, developmental delays, torticollis, plagiocephaly, anxiety issues, depression, medication, etc.
When I talk with friends about the past I always joke that I probably need therapy. While I am mostly joking, I do think that I need an outlet of some sort. I am also hoping that our story may give hope to someone who needs it. When you’re in the thick of it all, it’s hard to see the other side. I think we’re at least one foot into that landing. A place of peace, where I don’t need to worry about the future and I’ll be OK with whatever is on the horizon.
It’s taken me 8 years to get here. I will say that with gratitude because I know there are others who will wait a lifetime for the same or less.
All of these posts will be titled “The Other Side” for easy reference.