Just thought I'd add a couple of poems that help me get through the worst of days. I'm a hell of an individual and these were the poems that started me down the life path I chose to follow when I was an adolescent: The Road Less Taken: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Our Lady Peace: How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified, Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.The envelope of earth was powder loud; The taut wings shivered, driven at the sun. The piper put his pipe away and bowed. Not here, he said. I hunt the love-cool one, The dancer with the clipped hair. Where is she? We shook our heads, parting for him to pass. Our lady was of no such trim degree, And none of us had seen her face, alas. She was the very ridges that we must scale, Securing the rough top. And how she smiled Was how our strength would issue. Not to fail Was having her, gigantic, undefiled, For homely goddess, big as the world that burned, Grandmother and taskmistress, frild and town. We let the stranger go; but when we turned Our lady lived, fierce in each other's frown. I noticed a lot fo you are parents with teenagers that have EDS. I would suggest sharing these poems. Let your kids embrace their individuality, so that when they feel so different from everyone they can take comfort in knowing that that not one of the people who make them feel like an outcast will matter if you learn to live with yourself, first and foremost. Don't follow the herd; be the shepherd.