Maybe this is crazy but I would have to say the hard way and this is even crazier but I think in some ways my son's very mild invisible disability is good in some ways because it has given him a deeper understanding and appreciation for life. When we read and discuss books I can tell from his comments he makes that he sees things from a different perspective than I ever did and it is like he has this wisdom that he should not have at his age and he deals with some things better than I do. He teases me about my anxiety. He told me yesterday that he thinks I am the kind of person who would have a wreck just because I am so worried about having a wreck--like it could end up being a self fulfilling prophecy if I don't stop worrying. He is so much like his dad.