Eve didn’t know she was naked before she ate the apple. Carrie’s grandmother, trapped by her Alzheimer’s, didn’t know that she was in a nursing home. Their blindness was a blessing.

We parents of kids with learning differences work along with therapists to get our children to see, to pay attention to the social cues around them, to look at people, to try to understand their peers. We want them to integrate; we want them to know.

Isabella didn’t know that the kids made fun of her because she had an accident at school because she was so terrified of the toilets. She also didn’t know that her “best friend” three years ago didn’t want to play with her anymore because Isabella kept repeating a line from Max and Ruby instead of talking to her. And today, on her 7th birthday, she didn’t know that only 4 of the 25 kids that we invited to her Saturday birthday party were planning to come – all 4 of those from her school for special needs kids from 2 years back, and not a single friend from her typical class from this year. Not one.

Some days are hard.

Sometimes it seems better not to know.