That might have sounded bad. But it is not as bad as it sounds. I feel he might have a legitimate reason. When he was 9, Bm's pedophile husband burned two disgusting, vulgar words on Ss's back. These are just two of the many physical scars Ss will have to carry with him the rest of his life. The burn scars were made using a wire hangar. We tried a laser treatment that was very expensive but barely faded out the scars. It is still very clear. We tried numerous creams. We consulted a dermatologist but he said they would probably not fade.

I found out today that Ss is not up for the shelter visit today. He has days where he finds it difficult to get out of bed, even after the depression medication. Yesterday was rough on him so we decided to reschedule for Monday. But I wanted to share the frightening experience we had with Ss and a online pedophile. I always wanted to share this because I think some parents do not realize how easy it is for these men to get a hold of your child. I hope that by sharing this, another child maybe saved from what my Ss went through.

I have a day off. My Dh took Ss to buy some clothes and they are going to the animal shelter after, as a surprise for Ss. My children were with my parents since yesterday so I decide to get rid of some trash and donate some old toys and clothes for the Sick Kids foundation when I had the chance. They come pick up the stuff so I give back and get some space in our garage at the same time. It was pretty early but I am a early riser. While doing that, I found a box full of pictures of Ss when he was younger. It was never opened.

I am sorry for blogging again. But I am going out my mind. There were two kids playing outside in our neighbourhood. They are from Ss's school. I tell Ss maybe he should try talking to them. This is our daily life. We are always looking for kids and asking Ss to talk to them. He has stopped trying for a while but he looked a bit interested today. So he goes to his room, wears nice clothes. Then I hear him in his room memorizing jokes from a book the therapist gave him. That tugged a few heartstrings. I hate seeing him try so hard.