Bless me, readers, for I have sinned.

Okay, sinned may be a bit dramatic, but I am not being honest.

About two things, somewhat related.

First, about my extremely negative attitude.

Second, about a little thought that at times takes hold of my mind.

The negative attitude is about Kindergarten. I am just convinced that it’s going to be a terrible experience for Charlotte. I am dreading the start of school.

Dreading it because I don’t want to go through this. I want everything to be fine. I want it to be a positive experience for her. For me.

But I’m just so afraid that she’s going to flounder. That her teacher is not going to “get” her. Won’t see her capabilities and her potential. That special ed will see her as “Asperger’s” and think they know what she needs without really trying to understand her.

I’m having a hard time being hopeful and optimistic. I believe in Charlotte, no doubt, but it’s the school that I have little faith in.

So there’s that negative attitude that I can’t seem to shake. Not a good thing.

And then there’s the thought that takes hold in my head and won’t let go.

I’m not convinced Charlotte fits the Asperger’s label. Sometimes I am, but sometimes I’m not.

And I hate that. I want to hold a firm belief either way. Either she is or isn’t Autistic.

Some things totally fit her. Other things not so much. Socially she’s “got it,” but where’s her special interest? Where’s the repetitive behavior? Isn’t that part and parcel to Autism/Asperger’s.

Apparently I have an insatiable need to define things. I’m not good with ambiguity.

To me, she either IS or ISN’T Autistic.

Why I have this need for a definitive answer, I know not.

I do know, however, that it’s not doing me any good.

So there you have it, reader-friends, my confessional.

I have a piss poor attitude about school and I’m still floating in and out of denial.

Confession over.

Now cheer me up.