This is probably something I really shouldn't watch with my four-year-old sitting beside me, isn't it??
This is probably something I already believe, that I probably just shouldn't watch, or I won't be able to send my kids to school.
ETA: Nope, halfway through, have to stop.
Right now I want to grab the bug-out bags and take my little ones HOME to West Virginia. Where their godmother is a special-needs aide. Where good old hillbilly common sense made a functional human being out of my daddy, and me, before there was any diagnosis for people like us so "professionals" could "fix" us. Where the "ignorant hillbillies," God love them, don't allow people to do this crap to their kids.
Sentimentality isn't going to help.
Running away isn't going to help. Hubby says that the bad people will just come after you, and he's probably right.
It's time to turn around, plant my feet, and fight.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"