Am other only one who has a really hard time listening and being sympathetic to parents of typical children? I'm not even talking about blagplaints, but parents who, honest to goodness are venting/expressing their concerns about their children--things which I know would have totally concerned me if I was in their shoes--but all the while, all I can think is, "if that's your biggest problem, you have no idea." Or, "I WISH my concerns about my kid were about something so trivial." Or, "You have NO idea what I'm dealing with, and I pray you never do."
Basically, I've become so unsympathetic to typical families' problems, and that's completely against my nature. I don't like tis about me, but I really can't take other people's complaints seriously any more, even tough I know it's a big deal to them. And then I remind myself that it's a big deal to them and get bitter that something like what they are facing is no longer what I consider a big deal because of the shitty hand we've been dealt.
Re: S/O Self Pity Stage
I really, really, REALLY wanted to go with my sister when she dropped her son off at college. I offered to help drive I wanted the experience SO badly. It was a 'just in case' investment/trial I was willing to put myself through just so I could experience it. I didn't tell her how bad I wanted to go, because I knew she probably wanted private time with her son and her feelings. I cry just thinking about it.
As DS1 gets farther from typical development I feel this way too. In a sense I have it easier because he will never be typical. He will never be in a mainstream class and have invisible disabilities. I have found it so much easier to see joy in others and my son because that typical child isn't even within grasp for me. I also live vicariously through others though I don't think I would want to do college drop,off, I don't even want to drop my kid off at preschool because I don't want him leaving me.
We were at Albertson's yesterday and another mom from DS's preschool recognized DS because her DS rides the bus together with him. I took off to take DS to smell the flowers without having him say hi only because we got a report that DS was kicking, biting and scratching on the bus. The last thing I need is for them to tell me my DS hurt other people.