Recently, I polished off the Cheez Doodles the speech therapist uses for Max's feeding therapy. Evidently, I am not alone in stealing food from my child's mouth (not to mention his developing oral-motor skills) because when I admitted my sins on Facebook, other moms chimed in: "My name is Kate and I steal Veggie Straws from my poor, special needs son (who hates them anyway, so there)." Also: "It's mom therapy. I'm sitting here munching on potty reward M&Ms."
• I've been meaning to organize a discussion between Max's three speech therapists...for three months now.
• I haven't been putting on his night braces every single night.
• He's been wearing this girl purple sweater because I couldn't find a boy one.
• I still forget to leave home without the EpiPen.
• We are at the opposite point of potty training—more like potty fleeing—and I am not pushing it as much as I could.
• Max continues to crash in our bed in the middle of the night, and I like it.
• But I am really tired of purple.
Whew! That felt good.
In the name of group therapy, what sort of special needs mom confessions do you have to make? No judgment here!