I made a surprise visit to my friend at the private school she started in response to the public school system’s failure to meet the needs of her own child. While waiting I struck up a conversation with a woman who was also there. Unbeknownst to me, the simple sharing of the lessons learned from raising my own children would turn her day around.
Listen to this post … There is no such thing as a stupid question when you live with neurodiversity. I read an email from my son’s school this morning about registering him for classes for the next term. It listed the instructions on how to do it, but guess what happened? I began reading it