I Have The Words in meh...

I think of my son frequently. I skipped out on hanging with RJ on Saturday night for her birthday weekend because I was trying to be there for my son, who’s birthday was this past Friday.

I never told RJ that I didn’t want to hang because I wanted to be with my son. Thing is, I don’t think anyone knows how deep my worries are.

My son didn’t get as many birthday wishes from those whom he thought was his inner circle. He expressed some stuff to me and I gave him the real deal about this particular situation.

When he’s feeling low I don’t like to leave him alone. Not because I coddle him. Not because, as a friend put it, I won’t let that boy be a man, but because I don’t want to come one day and find my son has committed suicide.

Real deal: There are things in place that were not when he was younger. I didn’t know anything about Asperger’s Syndrome and he probably has this and is a high functioning person with Asperger’s. There was no one helping me help my son. So I just loved him. I didn’t think of any type of autism as to what could be the deal with my son. Nothing is wrong with him so I won’t say that.

I’ve told him that I want him to get a job so he can meet people. Get out and meet new people, hang out and live his life. Be who he wants to be. And if he needs to go back to school for anything he can as long as he don’t wait until he’s as old as I am now to do it.

So that’s that. That’s how I feel.

Kindest regards,
Sister

Last updated March 15, 2017