This is the unseen life of a special needs parent.
I hesitated posting this picture for a few reasons. 1) Between my mask and tears, the makeup on one side of my nose dissolved and makes me look a bit like one of Santa’s reindeer. 2) I am still wiped this evening over the event that lead up to this picture. 3) I’m not looking for your pity.
However, I am hoping for your understanding. Not just of me and my family, but of a special needs parent in your life.
I took this picture after my son with Down syndrome had a blood draw today. These are common for him. And they are almost always awful.
It should have been easier this time because the draw was taking place in a well-known children’s hospital. But it wasn’t. I didn’t listen to my gut when they wanted to try a finger instead of a vein.
My son cried as the tech tried to force the blood out of his still chubby index. It didn’t work. There was not enough blood for all the tests they needed to run. Then, he tried a vein. The blood wouldn’t flow. He tried again as I restrained my wailing 5-year-old. And then I lost it too.
Finally, a new tech arrived. She found a new vein and it worked. I cried as I thanked her. We both left bleary-eyed and spent.
I shed some more tears in my car. He did too.
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This is the unseen life of a special needs parent. It’s the little traumas that add up in our hearts.
It’s how our kids don’t want to walk into a clinic because they know what’s coming even if they can’t express it with their words.
It’s how we sit around tables with educators who are supposed to believe in our kids, but they don’t want them to have a seat in their classroom.
