This is my Peanut. Before I even met her. She's technically my step daughter. But she's still my Peanut. My daughter.
When she was little she use to hug complete strangers and tell them that she loved them. We had to have the stranger danger talk with her A LOT. She doesn't make friends easily because she doesn't understand how to play different games. She insists on playing her own games, full of pretending and being different characters.
She is OBSESSED with Pokemon. She isolates and has trouble focusing. And recently she's been doing incredibly strange things at school. Growling at the teacher, hiding under her desk, and other things.
Any of you parents who are parenting an autistic child probably know what I am going to say.
She has Aspergers.
I have had to calm down her hysterical (and mostly useless) mother. No ,she is not broken, no, there is nothing wrong with her, no, we don't need a second opinion and no, a private school will not fix her either.
To be honest I am relieved. Now we know. And now we can move on and start helping her. Helping her understand the world around her. Not letting her wander through trying to figure out what she can not understand. Because she is still my Peanut. No matter what.
What do you need to pour your heart out about?