well Sunday afternoon here, and very very hot,everybody is nappi...

well Sunday afternoon here, and very very hot,everybody is napping in the air conditioning,As i watch my son nap on the couch,i cant help but wonder what these three years did,when i ask him how different he feels ,he explains it as not being trapped in his thoughts.He will be 15 by the time school is back in session,he is kinda nervous kinda scared about returning to school,he had been out of school and home tutored for 2 years due to his anxiety and panic,but that is getting better now although some days i see in his eyes that a touch may be hiding, but i push him and say ok to the mall we go or to putt putt, .I know i can push him now and he will be ok.That in its self is a wonderful thing,i knew before if i pushed he would break.I worry about his return to school and the stigma that might surround him, you know kids can be cruel, well he forever be known as the kid that was in the psych hospital.As i ponder i wonder when did it all go so wrong,when was it ever ok to murder and torture children in this way,and some how call it the cost of doing business.Somebody needs to man up,speak out and care what has happened .Merck is not knocking my door asking if they can help bring back some of the innocence lost.the doctors seem to want to ignore the fact it even happened,barly taking the time to even ask.Not surprising really as they properly don't even know his name.As the weeks go by and the healing continues,I ask can i ever forgive,the answer is no as it was not me victimized but my child ,your child,precious children,in the name of doing business.