I want to write about what I felt when I was in the hospital. They stuck a needle in my arm and filled me with Ativan. My arm was strapped to the gurney. I was terrified. I was twilight. I needed to be engulfed by the quiet. I could feel the drug enveloping me, swallowing…
Once a site for my own confessions about being a mom of an autistic son. Now a site where we can both share our writing.
