My Body Kept the Score: The Cost of Ignoring My Health
The moment my son Joseph entered the world in 1992, I transformed into a superhero. Every new mother experiences this rush of protectiveness — the feeling that you’d do anything for this little being. However, when Joseph was identified as being on the autism spectrum, my superhero instincts not only ignited; they became a lifelong commitment. This relentless push, however, took a severe toll on my well-being. For years, I functioned on sheer willpower and minimal rest. My days were filled with long hours of sleeplessness, I mastered the art of holding my bladder, and I often finished whatever Joseph left uneaten. Each morning, I would meticulously note Joseph's needs and experiences for his teachers in a small notebook — since cell phones and emails weren’t options then — and my afternoon...










