Long before our son was finally diagnosed with autism at age 10, calls like these became part of our family’s daily life. Along with the calls came the arguments: Who was going to cancel their day’s meetings to pick up our kid—me or my husband? Who was going to ask their boss for flexible work hours? Who was going to make dinner if one of us was exhausted from a day at home with a stressed-out, screaming kid?
These are just a few of the conflicts that lead so many marriages to collapse under the pressure of raising a special needs child. My latest piece for Today’s Parent shares the story of how ours has not just survived, but actually grown stronger.
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