They are going to vilify her.
I would have vilified her.
In the same way I vilified the mother of Alex Spourdalakis just a couple of months ago.
They are going to vilify my friend.
My friend who is now in the hospital after doing something so unthinkable that I feel like the whole world just crumbled beneath me. She tried to kill her autistic daughter and herself.
There was a space between me and the mother of Alex. A space where I could believe that she was crazy. That she was evil. That she was a monster.
There is no space between me and Kelli. After speaking to her on the phone for hours one night several months ago I told my husband that the only difference between her daughter (who she had been fighting to stay in an autism residential treatment program) and my son was that the meds worked for my son’s aggression. That is all.
How does it get to this? Kelli is a fighter. She stopped at nothing to do what was right for her daughter. She fought. She fought. She fought. When did she stop fighting? How did it get to this point? Kelli is not an evil person. She’s not. How did it get so far? What do we do now to make sure that this never happens again for any of us? How do any of us know that we’re safe from that road? Something needs to happen. Parents need a safety net. WE NEED HELP.
The space between the good parents and the monsters is gone. This is too close.
What fragile strands of resolve I had left after spending the day coming to terms with Abby’s autism are frayed beyond words now.
My friend. My friend did this.