Today is the last day of April. I have lots of words but even more feelings locked up inside. I don't know if they'll ever come out.
Adolescence is hard for my child. It's hard for any child, but for someone who is developmentally 10 and yet physically is 13 going on 14, it's even harder.
I homeschool for many reasons. One of them is so my son won't get bullied. His life is difficult enough without the added burden of being bullied. He's just off enough that he'd get bullied. I know it.
But, even as a homeschool mom, I can't guarantee that he'll have friends.
He's at the age where he really wants friends. He wants that social interaction. But, this is where he's weakest. I'll have to say that the people who have known him for many years brace themselves for his brand of conversation. I know they tend to brush him off. I try not to hold it against them.
Baseball has been difficult because there are too many unknowns. Unknowns are not easy for people with autism. He has to be first when doing anything because first is a known. Last is never a known because last can actually be 4th, 3rd, 6th, or any manner of number. He doesn't know what position he'll be playing. It's been hard for him to have to try all sorts of different positions. He has his first game this Thursday at 7:45.