Being a single mom is hard enough, but being a single mom to a child with special needs is something else.
Don't even get me started on how many times I have received judgmental looks from people when my son starts to scream. Or how many times I've seen people turn their heads from side to side when my son throws a fit. And on all these occasions, I have to stop myself from yelling "My son is battling autism! Don't look at me like I'm the worst parent in the world!"
Most days, I would find myself wishing (and sometimes, unwishing. hehehe!) that my mom was here to physically help me with Joaquin. Oh well.
I've been a little depressed all week because I may have to enroll Joaquin to 2 schools this year. 3 days a week in a special school so he can work on his behavior and 2 days a week in his pre-school. It's a very crucial year because he is graduating and he will be in first grade next year. Tuition at his pre-school is already expensive so you can just imagine how much more pricey the special school is going to cost. And this is on top of his twice-a-week occupational therapy sessions!
Like any parent, I only want the best for my child and I am feeling really down because I don't think I can afford it anymore. To not be able to give my son what he needs is making me feel like an utter failure. I am considering looking for a higher paying job in a bigger call center but I am dreading the work hours. I have a flexible schedule and work normal hours now and it gives me more time with my son.
I am also thinking of "sidelines". I am so close to finally accepting my friend's invitation to try and sell life insurance.
Or I can just buy cheap and skanky outfits, and wait along Quezon Avenue at night.
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