Some days I am not a good friend. Some days I do not have the emotional reserves to read the blogs about the struggles, to ring my friends in pain or having a hard time, to be the support I really should be. Some days I just cannot listen to another.
Some days it is hard enough remembering to put one foot in front of the other and to just breath. Some days I hit the wall.
I am sorry. I just cannot do it today, but I promise I'll be back soon. I will call her tomorrow, I meant to today but in this haze of pain and medication I just can't.
Some days I am ashamed to be me.
Why I Hate ABA: A Personal Opinion - *Cos Michael* www.autismage.com *Cos Michael | photo courtesy author* [image: Photo of a white British woman with short-ish curly platinum hair.]ABA (Applie...
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