When the quarantine first started, I spent the first week trying to replicate what my son Dominic, who is on the autism spectrum, did at school on a daily basis.
Unfortunately, he had a seizure that Friday, March 20. The next week, I let him do whatever he wanted because I had a huge case of mom “guilt” that I had caused it somehow.
Secretly, in the back of my mind, I was hoping the quarantine would last two weeks and things could go back to the way they were.
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