The Fishing trip

Today I went fishing in the ocean of the Internet.

Hour upon hour trawling autism sites, forums, groups, seeing who is out there in the world.

My haul was huge, we are huge.

Whole shoals of moans and groans, piranhas of no hopers, a sea of exhaustion and despair. My net caught children lonely in the playground, standing on the edge, year after year, with their parents weeping enough salt tears to make a new ocean.

Of course there were flying fish, shimmering streaks of silver stories, a smile here, a word there, but not very many.

All over the world, parents are going to bed exhausted- too many battles, so little help.

Perhaps I won't go fishing again for a while.