It is comforting to hear that other parents with difficult child's get as confounded as we do about our special ones inability to connect the dots. One plus One seems to equal zero. And "I'm sorry" wants desperately to be a miracle cure. Sometimes we feel like pulling out our hair because it's like there are two different people inside our difficult child ... the sweet, loving, compassionate, gift giving, schnuggling, intelligent, imaginative angel ... and the dragon who steals, screams, fits, throws things and destroys property. And when he's the angel he doesn't remember anything the dragon does ... or seem to connect that the dragon is really him, or really effects any of us.
Heavy sigh. ((( hugs for all ))) Here's hoping for the light at the end of the tunnel.
