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.

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