Riley sobbed for 45 minutes today after school because she feels no one likes her.
"Maybe they hate me because I have Asperger's," she cried.
She's not being bullied. Just ignored. Not included.
She's believing she's not likable.
Nothing I say soothes her.
Just put her to bed. Snuggled with her extra long.
She gets a break when she sleeps.
My turn to cry.
But I can't help her from here.
A problem can't be solved from the level of the problem.
I'm taking it to a Higher Authority.
This little soul went to a lot of trouble to be here. If she can't see her worth right now, I'll hold it out for her like a flag, waving it in front of her. I'll keep that vision of her so steady she won't waver long.
We have a lot of work to do, but so what? We've already been to hell and back.
And it's still early.