Little update. On thanksgiving we watched Forrest Gump. I don’t think either of us realized he had an intellectual disability. So about five minutes in we were sobbing. Through out the night she’d hold him a little and watch him instead of the movie.Then the next day she came over and gave him a little massage. She was a massage therapist, but quit after we had him. He was in heaven, it was so funny and so sweet. She said she thought it might help after we do his physical therapy assignments.Hopefully, the movie sparked something in her to be a little more accepting. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/360E1zB
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