Sunday, September 03, 2006

My Own journey

Much has been written about him, and his thoughts.

I realize tonight that if I were to go for therapy, my goal would be something like "how to bring BJ out without feeling anxious".

I felt really down when I brought BJ out. As he played with his peers, he just could not play with them. He played with himself, or lived in his "mickey playhouse" and reenacted every scene in that show.

My heart broke. No, more than that, my heart bled. My body began to experience an unknown fear, I could not let go. This is a journey less travelled. I thought I have somehow walked a good part of it. But i am wrong, I may only be at the beginning.

God, help me!

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