It's something about having a child with a "disability" that's what the teachers label it. They take one look at him an point their opinions telling you what you did wrong not how long you been doing right. An it scares you more than anything like that feeling you get when you drop them off at school an your afraid. Or what about that cut throat feeling you get under your belly when your away it makes you want to cry because you realize that maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes you wake up feeling like superwoman blocking all the pain away an other mornings you wake up feeling like the leftover s*** thats thrown at you. But who wants to hear the struggle of a teen mother who had her son at 15 nobody but the people who judge not the people that care.

What ever happen to doing everything right an receiving positive effects all I've been seeming to get is the negative an I think I've reach my lowest breaking point. So remember someone always has a story