"This makes me feel hopeful," I said to Stu. "Maybe he's going to become a fully functioning member of society."
Then I looked out the window and saw Ryan twirling maniacally in the backyard, arms out, head back, bringing himself to the brink of falling over but managing to stay on his feet.
I felt all the emotions at the same time.
Pride, fear, hopefulness, anxiety.
My baby finally has the ability to ask questions. But he asks the same nonsensical question over and over.
He can operate a web browser, but he chooses to use it to find videos of the Teletubbies.
He can remember everything that has ever happened, except where he left the toy he was just playing with.
He goes to a wonderful public school that hired a para so he could be in the school play. But he needs a para to participate in the school play.
I feel all the emotions at the same time.
I try to focus on the positives, on the progress - and there are so many positives, so much progress - but my depressive brain fixates on the negatives. I try to refocus myself, but I find it easier to try to turn off all my feelings.
Because feeling nothing is easier than feeling everything at once.