It has been a long time since I arrived in the city, where I live, and I do like it, but I still am a hick down deep in the bottom of my heart... where it's warm and soft.
I am the mother of a severely autistic boy. I was not made for this challenge. I procrastinate; I am messy; I cannot follow a routine; I have problems with my short term memory and concentration; I loose temper; I get depressed; I do not always have unquivering hope.
I do not march through this trying experience. I stagger under.