Last Tuesday, we went to neuro-developmental pediatrician to have my son evaluated. She didn't mince words and said my son had autism. I've been trying to deal with it all ever since.
I'm sick to death about worrying, with another child on the way. I hate being a burden on others, a trait that's been part of me ever since. And I keep worrying how my children will fare after my wife and I pass.
Things have been rough (emotionally) for me the past three days. I kept trying to deal with the frustration and guilt. I'm at a loss. I don't know how to get past this.
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