For as long as I can remember, my son has always been different. From the time he was a little boy, he would often sit alone in his room, mumbling words I could barely understand. At first, we thought it was imagination — that children often talk to themselves, creating little worlds to play in. But as the years went by, it became clear that something was not right. My son was now fourteen, and he still spent hours talking to himself, laughing at nothing, or arguing with invisible people.
His behavior affected the whole family. My husband tried to understand, but he grew frustrated. “Why can’t he just be normal?” he would ask, his voice filled with worry and irritation. Friends and neighbors whispered behind our backs. They questioned our parenting. Some even suggested sending him to a hospital or consulting a psychiatrist. But deep down, I felt this was more than just ordinary behavior — I needed answers that conventional methods could not provide.…CONTINUE READING
