I am the mother of a severely autistic boy. I was not made for this challenge. I procrastinate; I am messy; I cannot follow a routine; I have problems with my short term memory and concentration; I loose temper; I get depressed; I do not always have unquivering hope.
I do not march through this trying experience. I stagger under.
Systemic neglect and wastefulness condemns thousands of Canadian children to an adulthood of mental retardation and costly life-long institutionalization. Do you want to now how this is happening? Read on. Most likely you will not learn about it from the news.