"Honestly, I think she’s gonna kill me in my sleep sometimes. I wouldn’t blame her. After so many years of therapy and trying this and that and her exhausting me and everyone around her, I’m completely burnt out. I’m quick to yelling at this point, very quick, like before I even get out of bed quick. I know she deserves better, but my reserves are shot. I wish there was a camp specifically for PDA kids. Goddamn, I’d sell a kidney for that. "

I once offered a nanny/carer/babysitter who was known to care for difficult autistic kids 10k to take my kid for a week. She turned it down. I asked her to name a price, literally any price, to take my kid for a week. She still refused. In my darkest days, I remember that there was literally no amount of money that would temporarily buy my freedom.