I’ll
be honest: I used to generally try to avoid kids with special needs if I
could. Aside from the awkwardness of not knowing how to react or
interact, I also failed to understand how families of kids with severe
disabilities stayed sane. Feeding, dressing, washing, and changing older
kids’ diapers was not my idea of a good time, and I didn’t know how
they did it.Then I had a kid of my own. We didn’t realize it when Moishy was born, but during routine testing when he was 3 months old, they told us that his head was not growing, among other issues, and further testing was necessary. This news sent us on a crazy whirlwind of doctors, hospitals, cat scans, x-rays, and more. Eventually the diagnosis was clear: Our beautiful boy had cerebral palsy and microcephaly.
I looked myself in the mirror and realized that I had to change. Now I had my very own child with special needs. Avoidance was no longer an option.
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