Years ago, I was hosting a dinner party at my house for some close friends. During dinner, I got into a serious conversation with my dinner partner. Specifically, it was about the challenges I’d been dealing with around the services (or lack of services) the school district was providing our daughter Kelly, who had a variety of learning challenges stemming from autism.
The more I talked about it with him, the more worked up I found myself. Eventually, words erupted from my mouth that I couldn’t control, swear words that weren’t pretty. Though those words had a good intention, serving to release my pent-up frustration, the anger they represented was met with disbelief. Click here to read more…