I received a phone call, when my child was in first grade, that the class had to evacuate and that my daughter had injured other children and that was the first moment, that the stigma didn't matter. I was going to stop fighting the doctors. My daughter needed help. Did I know previously? Yes, no, I didn't want to say yes. My mom would outcast me because I took my child to a hospital and agreed to have her admitted for treatment, my sisters would start the argument. My ex-husband said she didn't need medication, she needed discipline. The calls from principals, teachers, no one knew what to do. Physical disability is obvious. But a mental disability is the little voice telling you something just isn't right. Today I am a single mother of 4, one with special needs and I am my child advocate. My family is the one in five.

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