I feel like a failure. As if I failed my son with special needs.
What did I do for Nate in the 21 years that I raised him?
Did I give him the skills he required to care for himself?
Did I limit his abilities, those things that he was able to do, by treating him as he was disabled?
Did I not allow him to do for himself? Was I the mother that always did for him, because I felt that it was my duty to care for him?
Did I make him overly dependent on others, when there are things that he can do for himself?
Did I stop him from achieving to the highest height of his potential?
Or did I suffocate his potential, by being the parent that did everything for him? Overparenting?
Perhaps this is why there are problems with Nate’s behavior at the residential home. Maybe Nate is not use to living in a facility where he is required to do things for himself. This is why he is refusing. This is the reasons for his tantrums. He has no patience. He wants his way.
This is why we are meeting this week, to find ways to help him. We are coming together to discuss the problem and put a plan in place.
Yet, I’m concerned and feel responsible, as I ask myself the question over and over again.
What could I have done differently, to help my son, be successful in life?