I have received flack about my writing. From many sources. Why? Because I am causing my son a lifetime of pain and misery by writing about his situation. Really? Do you think that I have not struggled with what I put out here? I mean seriously. If the worst thing I wrote about was the fact that he had two bowls of cereal at breakfast without permission, you would think that I had a pretty great kid. Wouldn’t you? Heck , I wouldn’t feel the need to write about that, because I would have a pretty great kid. In seriousness, There are days when I don’t write anything. Believe me when I say it isn’t because nothing happened that day. If I wrote about 25 percent of the things that he did in a given week, I would not be able to do anything else, because all of my time
Gun Control Rarely is there a more hot button topic than gun control. Every time there is a shooting in our country, people start the roar of support for gun control. What follows is my personal opinion about gun control. In our home, we have had guns. The key word is had. With David in our home, I don’t feel safe having firearms in our home. Too much risk for too little reward. The guns aren’t the issue here. Mental and behavioral health are the issue. Criminals are the issue. We could have the most stringent gun laws in the world, and it would make no difference on access to those guns by the people who do not abide by common sense and the law. Regardless of the law, if people want guns bad enough they will get them. Look back at prohibition when alcohol was outlawed. Did the law
I need to apologize to some people. I had a moment of weakness last night in which I actually gave up fighting for David. I apologize to David for doing so. He deserves a lot of things, but he doesn’t deserve me giving up on him. I apologize to myself. For so long, I have been in a passionate robot like state trying to survive this life with him, and I have been doing myself a disservice in that regard. Last night something in me just let go, and I guess every once in a while that needs to happen. It helps remind me that I am not the robot dad. There is a part of me that forgot what I was fighting for. So the struggle will continue. Why? Because every child deserves to be loved and to have someone fight for them. I have an electroencephalogram this afternoon.