Okay...this page is about me being real, open and honest. I know that there are a number of other moms of children with autism who follow this page, so maybe some can relate. Today was a very difficult day at church with my 12 year old son with Aspergers. I spent half of my time frustrated with and trying to reason with my son, and the other half of the time trying not to break down in front of everyone. When I got home, what did I automatically turn to for comfort? Food. Why is it that we equate food with comfort and pleasure. Even now, it is taking everything I've got to not eat my way through the frustration.
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