This was also the year when both my boys had to approach the catechism in preparation for first communion. It was another ordeal for me. I could not manage everything related to time because of work commitments, at home and outside it that the burden delegai grandparents. I had not ever done! My mother, unfortunately as a result of the disease was magnified by his tendency to anxiety and panic attacks so I intervened father. This was totally destructive. The catechists and the parish priest of the Church had previously shown little sympathy for Raffa, did not lose ccasione to oust him from the lectures, with the excuse of "reward" for poor concentration, which lent one away from playing football. One day, after one of these episodes, it happened that he was dismissed along with another boy, the son of one of the catechists, and a classmate of Raffaele. The two boys began to argue heatedly, because of the priorities on the ball, and his grandfather interjected, looking at every way to bring home my son. The latter, he rebelled, wriggling from the grasp of my father and both fell to the ground. I dare not even say what happened next. The child was left alone, and my parents went back to my home very angry. I am mortified, saying that from that moment on, she would never dealt with the tasks that really is not for him, but to parents, I grew up not one child but a real "pet," the shame of his family . Immediately ran to the parish. Raphael alone might have run away, run over by a car, follow some ill-intentioned. I had shortness of breath and heart in my throat when I arrived. Luckily nothing serious happened or not irreparable, I found that playing just throwing the ball against the wall. Other parents, who were witnesses against their will the fact, told me that her grandfather had indeed exaggerated, showing very little indeed to be tolerant. I do not want to dwell on that he intended to offend the poor little poor that I looked like a beaten dog. I was forced to stop frequently, with great joy by the teachers of religion, which I never asked for explanations, nor tried to help me in such a way to reconcile one hour to both brothers in order that they could approach the sacrament as all their peers. The priest did not even hear, nor ever contacted me. I decided that such an environment would also have done without the presence of my puppies, and they were the first communion as a private, who does not they wanted and did not care about them certainly do not deserve them. I was obvious question at this very moment, what would become of me if I was a child I had the same full of character Raffa. I dared not even give me an answer, though in my heart I was already finding explanations, anorexia, bulimia, I wish to continue to desire to escape far away from them, by the way they act, think, do not face the difficulties, not able to accept children as an entity, an end in itself, with its desires, aspirations, and if we want, why not? Even with their quirks, and love them as they are, without imposing anything, without expecting anything grand, learning to gratify and welcome in the glory and mediocrity.
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