Time Is (Not) On My Side


Time

96 days.

That‘s how many days I have left until Tim turns 18. That’s how many days in a row I’ll be freaking out as we try and get things set up for the arbitrary change over from him being considered a child to being considered and adult. I didn’t freak out like this when my oldest, “Wonderboy”, turned 18. For a neurotypical kid, what’s the big deal? At 18 they can work full time. They can move out and live on their own if they choose (he hasn’t, not yet). Wonderboy’s life was exactly the same the day after he turned 18 as it was the day before he turned. (Long story about the nickname, by the way; too long for this post).

Read the rest at The Balanced Mind Foundation.

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