When Parenting Feels Like A Shitstorm! I love my son. He requires a special kind of parenting, because like every other child, he is unique and I have to adapt as he changes. I stepped inside, my tattered pants hung loosely around my bones. My feet soggy from the muddy wetlands that soaked through my broken shoes.

I excelled in the subject at school, obtaining a distinction at the end of matric even. I can always think of some historical event and its relevance in my life at any given moment. It may sound a bit extreme but to say I am battling right now would be a massive under statement. I have been so good at keeping to myself I am not sure I even have friends anymore.