A few
years ago, when my son was about 4, I saw him picking up a sweet that I had
just thrown into the trash can. I
straight away hit him. Now he is
twelve. He has forgotten the instance but I remember it very clearly and I
still regret for that silly act of mine. And it will remain throughout my
life. That was the beginning of my tough
time. Had I considered giving a little
thought on his unusual act, things would have been different today. A subtle warning and I ignored!
By the
time he was eight, situation became worse, far beyond anybody’s
imagination. As said, it’s never too late; I took over the charge
and worked in all the areas to bring him to what he is today. Doing pretty well but of course, some
unacceptable instances keep happening unexpectedly, now and then but far better
than what was earlier.
I am
pretty sure, there are parents like me suffering silently, unable to cope with
the stressful situations. Or maybe,
unable to understand what was wrong - when and where, or unable to accept the
very fact that their kid is different from other kids. How
different? And why ? we fail to analyze many a times. Even if it is analyzed, what next is the
question for which there seems to be no answer at all. Rather, we think that enduring is the only
option. And to add on, there is no place
for such kids in this fast world.
Being a
mother of such a child, I have many experiences to share. Words fall short to describe the emotions.