"Don't be sorry. You're entitled to feel that way."
It's okay to wish that you or your child didn't have autism, or Asperger's syndrome.
You don't have to refuse that mythical cure.
You can both love yourself and wish your life were easier.
You can be who you are and feel what you feel.
And you can say it.
We need sunshiney rainbows, and I am grateful to those who try to bring them to us.
But they are not all we need.
Our lives are painful.
Talking about them honestly is painful.
Listening to what we have to say when we tell the truth is painful.
We have to live, anyway.
And speak for ourselves, anyway.
And work on hearing each other, anyway.