When he outgrew cute . . . 
The looks changed from compassion to concern toward him.
And toward those who supported him.
And sometimes disgust overshadowed concern,
As he stubbornly clung to his ways.

When he outgrew cute . . .
The calls increased—
Calls desperate for help.
Desperate for summer options for a 15-year-old in diapers,
Desperate for respite,
Desperate for adaptive equipment,
Desperate for anything that would assist a non-verbal man child,
Or anyone.
And the voices were silent.
Or they whispered, 
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.

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When he outgrew cute . . . 
His movements were no longer celebrated,
But instead feared.
Violent headbanging.
Aggressive pulling.
Dangerous optimism.
With the strength of a man,
And not that of a child.

When he outgrew cute . . . 
The damage began—
Damage to walls.
Damage to others.
And damage to himself.
And this damage wreaked havoc on more than just objects in his path.
It wreaked havoc on psyches as well.

When he outgrew cute . . .
The walls caved in.
And the house became a tomb.
And the isolation suffocated those within.
As they desperately yearned to belong,
To something,
Somewhere.

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When he outgrew cute . . . 
Milestones were no longer encouraged, 
And his future grew dim.
And symptoms of PTSD set in for those who loved him,
and had been rattled by his screams for years.

When he outgrew cute . . . 
Mood-altering drugs were doled out like candy,
One option after another.
For him,
And also suggested for his caregivers.
Drugs to dull the pain.
Drugs to pacify.
Drugs to silence the demons.

When he outgrew cute . . .
She outgrew herself,
as every ounce of strength was poured into him.
And she got lost in the daily grind.
Lost in the sleepless nights.
And invisible behind the never-ending tasks.

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When he outgrew cute . . .
She outgrew silence, 
And she raised her voice,
To join the cacophony for change.
And her battle cry rose—
A better tomorrow!
For him.
And for those who loved him.
Because when he outgrew cute,
He outgrew society.
And that’s simply not an option.
For anyone.
Anymore.

When he outgrew cute . . . 
She found the strength to move forward.
To move towards advocacy.
And move towards hope.
She found the strength,
To keep going,
And keep growing.
And she found the strength,
To just keep living.

Originally published on the author’s blog