When in high school, if someone asked me what I thought my life would be like, this would not be what I imagined.
My daughter is 16. Her mother lives about five miles away and visits for maybe 15 minutes, twice a month. My son, also severely disabled, is in a residential program in the next state over. His mother put him there.
I have so many stories. Life with a severely disabled child has its own challanges, add to that the prejudice of society of a single dad and a teenage daughter. Think I’m kidding? Stay tuned.