I have a wonderful group I can turn to for help, and I have a couple members I can talk to about what our lives are like.
Other than this group, I hide. And here’s why.
I live in a small town, and when Brady first came home from the hospital I actually got hate mail. There were people telling me I must have done something wrong while I was pregnant and that I should die.
After hiding for so long, that all stopped, and it shifted to, “If that was my child, I would ground him until he ate what I gave him.”
But that’s not how it works.