When I was in the process of becoming Dmitri’s mother one professional told us he was so low functioning that we might as well institutionalize him. On that day I said HELL NO and I chose hope. Hope that he would integrate with my family and that we would push him to his capabilities.
Today for the first time in all his life, I watched him use the iPad to communicate. There is hope. There is always hope. We carry it in our hearts, together.
