25/03/2026
No one talks about this part…
The day my child got their diagnosis…
felt like it took a lifetime to arrive.
And then suddenly, it was here.
Relief.
Grief.
Numbness.
All at once.
I remember thinking…
Is this the end of something?
Or the beginning of everything?
Because alongside the validation…
came the questions.
Will it get easier now?
Or is this where the real fight begins?
And before all of this… there were the quieter thoughts I didn’t always say out loud:
Why isn’t my child like everyone else’s?
Why am I finding this so hard?
Why does everything feel like such a struggle?
Why is my child screaming, swearing, and hitting me all the time?
And underneath all of that…
the part no one really sees:
The loneliness.
Feeling like other parents don’t quite get it.
Like you’re on the outside looking in.
Like you’re carrying something heavy that no one else can quite hold with you.
The comparisons.
The guilt.
The exhaustion.
For so long, I had carried the weight of wondering…
Am I doing this wrong?
Is this my fault?
And in that moment, something shifted.
My feelings, my instincts… finally had a place to land.
This wasn’t about a “naughty” or “difficult” child.
This was about a little human trying to make sense of a world that doesn’t always make sense back.
And that hit me hard.
I smiled.
I cried.
I felt sick.
Because a diagnosis doesn’t just give answers…
it opens a whole new set of questions.
Will people understand?
Will they care?
Or will it be dismissed because “everyone has a label these days”?
And the one that stayed with me the most…
When my child grows up…
will they thank me for this?
Or will they wish I hadn’t?
There’s no neat ending to this.
Just a parent…
who also happens to be a therapist,
trying to hold both the knowledge and the emotion.
I won’t always get it right.
But I will keep showing up.
Consistently.
With love.
In a world that isn’t always built for them.
If this resonates with you… you’re not alone 🤍
An honest parent. A therapist. Still learning every day đź’™
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