Sometimes I hold
my right arm
With my left hand
Holding myself together as I sleep
It’s a delicate ritual—
A single loosening of the grip
And I am grounded once more.
The law of the universe decrees.
That things fall apart
Far more easily
Than they are mended.
After all, it takes years
To weave a single thread
With a single person,
And only a second
To release it
Into the vastness of indifference.
Helping your child feel seen, accepted, and connected.
Helping your antisocial child connect—without forcing change.
When your child becomes the bully, don’t panic.
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