As I struggle to not walk away…my son begins to remember the way he felt after being restrained in a “quiet room” at school.
I am reminded, he has a voice and a story…he wants to tell and should be heard.
It has been a while since I have blogged and I have no words as to why except I have been in prayer. We are under extreme scrutiny and that is okay. But this is our life after restraints.
“This is my sons story in his own words”