Questions

Why me, why us, why him?
Why this, out of everything that could have happened, why this?
When does is stop hurting?
When do I stop dreaming about what could have been and accept this as reality?
How long before I stop blaming myself, analyzing every decision I made while pregnant and before?
Why do I need to know the how and the when?
When do I stop making it about me?
When do I stop worrying about what other people think?
When do I stop relating Autism with being a bad parent?
What if it never gets any better than today?
What if it gets worse?
How could God possibly think that I could handle this?
Why?

It seems that I have so many more questions than answers these days.