After Andrew was diagnosed, I could not go to any public places without crying. I would go to my favorite stores, with or without Andrew, and I would see other mothers with little ones who would do all that Andrew could not do: pointing with the index, saying "mama", responding to their name, laughing and saying a few words.
The first three months after the diagnosis, I would just start crying in stores. I cried all over town: in line to get to the cash register, in aisles, in coffee shops... I could not control my tears, they were just flowing...
Two places I avoided like the plague were the wonderful children museum where I had a membership and public parks. I went once with Andrew and started seeing everything Andrew was NOT doing and it was breaking my heart. The same with the parks: Andrew at the time did not know how to go up stairs and go down a slide, he would just find a pole and start to pace around it. I wondered if I could EVER go back to these places and if my tears would EVER stop from flowing in public places. My heart was simply broken.
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