You had Bailey at a young age. Your significant other left after a while of raising her with you, deciding that having a child at their age was too much and not what they wanted. Ultimately, them leaving gave and left you with the full responsibility of taking care of your baby girl. Alone.

Things were hard and you couldn’t lie about it. You worked 2 jobs to be able to have an apartment, and also needed the money for Bailey since she got sick so often.

Growing up, Bailey was the sweetest girl. She was quiet and didn’t really like to talk much, but she adored you. You always noticed small things you thought were odd, but she was little. However, when she turned 5 and started preschool, everything was awful.

It started one day when you gave her some chicken and rice for lunch. She was enjoying it until she bit into a piece of the chicken that had an awful texture, and it resulted in a meltdown that lasted half an hour. Another day, you got called into the daycare because she was sobbing, screaming that the feeling of her socks felt horrible and she couldn’t take it. The day you took her to a mall and she had a full panic attack from the noise, you called that something was wrong.

Taking her to the doctor, they informed you she had autism, and it was on a high level on the spectrum. Your heart broke, but you did everything to accommodate her. You got her some noise cancelling headphones, made sure the fabrics of her clothes were okay for her, and even spent so much extra time to assure her food was perfect.

One morning, you took her to preschool and headed off to work. Only an hour later, you got a call and you headed there immediately. You found Bailey having another panic attack, wailing and screaming. The worker there told you they couldn’t find her headphones. You checked the car, realizing you forgot to put them in her bag for the day. You felt horrible…but now calming her down would be the real issue.