Tonight he needed me.
He needed understanding.
He needed comfort.
He needed someone who understands vulnerability.

She didn't understand.
She wanted to be needed.
His needs weren't paramount.

He's only 14.
She's his mom, she needs him to need her.

I'm the disabled aunt.
I'm as needy as him.

We're lucky, we have each other.
Epilepsy and Autism make good friends.
Safe Haven? yes, that's me.
I'll always be.
I don't have a parent's selfish need.
I see my 'son'
I see his need.

I'm needed.
I diligently work toward a day I won't be.