“It had been over an hour. I stood there, holding the door shut to my son’s room while he raged on the other side from a yet to be diagnosed disorder, which had dominated our lives for years. That day, my sometimes sweet, funny, determined little 7 year old was experiencing a battle waging inside of him. So there I stand, fighting against his surprising strength to get the door open. No matter what was on the agenda at this time, it all went out the window. My sole focus was to keep him and us safe as his illness turned him into someone else. How long will this one last? An hour? Two? All I could do was try to hold back the tears that welled up, pray...and wait.”

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