
It doesn't feel that way though. I fell in love with my wife about 17 years ago. I keep finding more reasons to love and respect her. Raising an autistic kid does add stress, but it's also shown me facets of my wife that I might never have seen otherwise, and I love her all the more.
Oh, apparently that 80% number is bunk.
Anyway, my hat's off to those of you going it alone. Hang in there, kitty.
Tip o the day:
Have a date night. Heck, go stay in a hotel. We had trouble finding sitters who could handle Ben until I came across Sitter City. It's a matchmaking service that hooks parents up with sitters (or nannies). You can describe what your needs are (there's even a check box for special needs). We had something like 20 applications in the first day. There was a lot of chaff in there, but we've found 3 wonderful sitters with special needs training who are awesome.
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