as we enter adulthood...
eighteen. oh my heart. I started compiling all of my previous blog entries into a book format over the past year. Re-reading Hunter's journey has been filled with a range of emotions: disbelief, fear, joy, sadness, pride, and immense love. Every day has not been easy. The early weeks of hypothesizing about what went wrong to our neurotypical child, praying about how to "fix" it, and going through the stages of grief to learn how to most effectively help our son recover. And now, I'm having a hard time putting words to paper what the number 18 means to us, because my head is swarming with the following: -a very long application for SSI benefits that I'm procrastinating -our supported decision-making affidavit that is now active -to-do emails indicating that my access to his health records has ceased -figuring out Hunter's next step after his senior year -pending kidney function results due to high protein in his urine -recent neuropsychology evaluation and v...
