Dear Diary,
I was five and nonverbal. If I’m honest, I was scared of the world around me, so in my head, I made my own. My happy place. Because others couldn’t understand me, but my mom could. It was this connection that’s indescribable, and I had the best days with her as a child.
I didn’t know the battles my mom was going through with my school because she didn’t tell me. My mom’s top priority was getting me speech services. Dozens of phone calls later, IEP meetings and more events would get the services I needed.
But my mom never displayed this to me. She would just pick me up from school with a smile, and if things didn’t go well that day, we would check out all the different shops around town and pick up a kid’s meal.
And it was the things like this that kept me going as a child- trips to the movies, mindless shopping, and just eating anything sweet.
Thank you for being my advocate until I could be my own, and more for so many people.
Love,
Jordan Christian