We all want to be ‘normal’. We want our kids to be loved. When things go wrong, our instincts are to put on a smile, pretend ‘there’s nothing to see here,’ and to brush past staring strangers. But sometimes that just doesn’t work anymore. This post is about our journey in reaching out to others about our son’s FASD diagnosis.
The issues that made that process of opening up so difficult began long before we had that acronym to hold onto. We fought hard to adopt our son. We had to wrestle with the complicated system. We also had some of our closest family members and friends challenge us regarding the risks involved. As older parents we were aware there were risks. We had faced this head-on earlier. Despite the odds, we did not do any of the advanced tests during my earlier successful pregnancy. We were ready…
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