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A parent’s worst nightmare come true
From the first moment I held my son in my arms, I secretly feared that I would somehow fail him as a parent, or that somehow he might fail me. In a split second, the perfect moment turned into my worst nightmare– What if my son was ‘different’?
I harbored and internalized my fear, not sharing [...]
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