I have an autistic son. For a long time, I’ve tried to keep myself positive and happy. I meditate, write, chant, and go to workshops. I even practice healing sessions for others. But helping my son is beyond me; there is little I can do to make him feel better. Now, I understand, going to the deepest valley is part of life's experience too. I also realize that some of my positive living philosophy was an escape from the feeling of helplessness and fear. Now I accept the situation that my son and I are in. Yes, I am vulnerable, very vulnerable.
By Su Zhen
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