#cryinginthecar

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Bell Street Blues

MH

*Not our actual car - we have a later model

In 2013 I went to the launch of a book called Crying in the car: reflections on life and motherhood. The author, Karen Andrews, told us that the book’s title referred to an episode in which she broke down in tears in her car after dropping her children off at school. As she collected herself, she looked out the window and saw three other women engaged in exactly the same activity – crying in their cars. I often think of that story when I’m returning from the school drop-off or pick-up, a lump the size of an avocado in my throat, willing the tears to stay put as I navigate Bell Street. 

Karen’s book launch also punctuated the week in which we received an official diagnosis for our child. I think my child is absolutely extraordinary, fascinating, and would not change her in a single way. Her talents blow my mind. I NEVER cry in my car over who she is, but rather from the tiny slashes of hurt inflicted by those in her realm.

One reason I am currently re-training as a social worker is the brilliant, compassionate help we have received from early intervention professionals. I want to assist families similarly. But I also have insight into the pain professionals can cause by their use of thoughtless, exclusionary language. Shouldn’t they have a better grasp of this shit than the average ill-informed doofus spurting off his opinions in cafes about special needs kids? (Yes, I’ve come across a few of those dickheads too) I hope I’ll have the training and personal insight to not cause a woman to weep in her station wagon after the morning school drop-off. 

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If I had done one thing different would we be where we r today? If I had moved one chess piece differently in the game of life would I be the winner?

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Don’t you just hate it when your family starts judging you for the decisions you have made. I thought family wasn’t suppose to judge you no matter what and be there for you.