Toby got meningitis as a baby. It changed everything. He’s 9 now. Disabled. Non-verbal. He says maybe ten words, usually just one or two at a time. Most people look through him, like he’s not there. But they’re wrong. He’s taught me more about attention, resilience, and what love looks like when there are no words. I wrote this because it’s the only thing that helps me. Writing is how I survive the parts of parenting no one prepares you for.   submitted by   /u/CandidateAgitated186 [link]   [comments]