I'm tired of being on edge 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I'm tired of never, ever being able to fully let my guard down.
I'm tired of cleaning up messes. I'm tired of changing sheets, always having a huge pile of blankets waiting to be washed, tired of the type of pull-up disaster that still happens way too often.
I'm tired of screaming. I'm tired of not knowing why the screaming is happening.
I'm tired of reading about possible causes of autism, which all seem designed to make me feel guilty, because it seems like every single one is something I've done or taken or not done or not taken.
I'm tired of rude people that stare.
I'm tired of worrying. I'm tired of being scared that someone will hurt Janey when I'm not with her. I'm tired of feeling panicked when Janey comes home from school upset, because I have no idea what might have happened to upset her.
I'm tired of the same episodes of the same TV shows, year after year after year.
I'm tired of not even counting on a full night's sleep.
I'm tired of dreading the future, especially the part of the future that will happen when I am dead and gone.
I'm tired of IEP meetings.
I'm tired of hearing about great new camps or lessons or programs or events that Janey can't be part of.
I'm tired of having to advocate. I'm tired of having to figure out backdoor ways to get the services Janey needs.
I'm tired of feeling angry---angry at celebrities who have "cured" their kids, angry at politicians who don't even have the slightest idea what life with an autistic child is like, tired of feel-good stories about wonder dogs or magic trips to Mongolia or miracle breakthroughs.
I'm tired of being tired. Physically tired, all the time, every single day.
Soon, very soon, I'll write about the joys of autism, or more specifically, the joy Janey brings me. But today, I am tired.