29/09/2026
The highs are so euphoric, progess feels like a life line, regression feels like "what have I done wrong?" as a mom.
The stares feel so judgy and ignorant but the tantrums ohhhhh boy lets just get through this one.
Self regulation is like go on boy do you, IDC whose staring i'll keep you safe and make you feel supported.
Some days are beautiful. Some days are hard. Most days are both. The life of an autismmom injalo ke mpilo yethu.
Mama wakhe you are not alone.