I’ve been a pediatric nurse for twenty-three years, and I’ve never seen anything like what happened in our waiting room that Tuesday morning. My six-year-old son Marcus was having the worst meltdown of his life, and I was failing him as both a nurse and a mother. He was on the floor screaming, hitting his head against the tile, and I couldn’t reach him. That’s when the biker walked in for his appointment. Marcus has severe autism. He’s mostly nonverbal, and when he gets overwhelmed, he shuts down completely. That morning, his regular aide called in sick. I had no choice but to bring him to work with me at the clinic. I thought I could handle it. I thought wrong….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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