“How are you?” It’s an innocuous question, right? We all hear it daily. We even ask it daily. As often as we hear it, though, as a society, we seldom deviate from the standard “I’m fine” reply.
Are we really all fine, and how would we be perceived if we gave a more honest, transparent response? Today, I’m going to tell you what “I’m fine” really means for me.
This is what being fine means through the lens of parenting a child with a disability. Sometimes, it means I’m tired. My life is a revolving door of doctors, therapy, speech and specialist appointments.Read more on themighty.com