The last thing I thought about when I was expecting was special needs. The last thing I accepted after my youngest was born was that he had Down syndrome. In the months that followed, the last thing I wanted to do was accept the bleak outlook that he had been so innocently born into. I rejected the medical literature that prepared me for a lifetime of endless suffering and heartache and I searched high and low for the testimonials, the happy endings, and the inspiring true stories of other parents who had been down this same road. This is a story about my journey.
Janine on Goodreads wrote:
As the younger sister of a wonderfully made person, thank you! I cannot tell you how much your memoir meant to me. We lost my sister last year at 47 1/2 years. My parents were told she wouldn't live to 2, then she wouldn't go to school, then she wouldn't graduate, then she wouldn't hold a job. She surpassed all of those "won'ts, can'ts, and couldn'ts, wouldn'ts". Just thank you so much for sharing your love and joy.
While the author made some good points, I didn't think this book was particularly well written. The author many times referred to her son as special needs. No child is special needs, the child is a child. It's a hot button for me...