“It’s okay.” These were the words a godly counselor shared with me one day when I was distraught over my child’s diagnosis of autism. Clifford was a friend of the family and a marriage and family therapist who had come to town for a visit.
My first thoughts were to scream at him, “No, it’s not okay. How can you say it’s okay?” But he was a wise older gentleman so I unraveled my emotional tightrope and let it flex a little.
Then I rambled on some more … ”But what if she never makes friends?”
My friend just listened.
“It’s okay,” he said.
“But what if she can’t live on her own one day?”
“It’s okay,” he repeated.