Still in Meltdown Mode, Stress and Trust

I can tell that I am still in meltdown mode. I could cry at any moment. Sometimes I feel this way from my Dissociative Identity Disorder, but at this moment, I am quite sure it is an autistic stress response. Too many stressors this week; my LittleGuys concussion recovery, dealing with teachers at his school, being/worrying about him 24 hours a day; the altercation at his therapists; the persistent, nagging cold that makes me feel very tired and extraordinarily crabby; no Therapist for me this week; scant moments of alone time. Sigh. Some weeks are just like this. I'm sure to feel better once LittleGuys health returns:)
 It is so easy for me to see and feel his head injury. I can see it in his eyes. And I sense a gray fog around his head, at times. This..unwellness...Has improved, over the week, but it returned with a vengance after I let him back to school, yesterday. I went to school, at lunch time, to visually check him out. In the hallway, I asked him how he felt. At first he was all smiles, "I'm fine, I'm fine."  As I touched his hand, his smile fell, then I could see it in his eyes. He was exhausted, frustrated. He almost cried. I packed his things.
 His teacher walked by and asked if I was taking him home. She asked if he was only going to do half-days. I explained to her that it depended solely on how he felt. She Does Not understand what a concussion is! She is not the authority here, I am. I understand the severity of my sons injury. I can see how his brain is affected. Teacher has no clue. She wants him back in school. She wants his unfinished homework completed. She doesn't get it.
 Then there is me, with my overly high respect for authority. Argh. It's so easy for me to bow to the wants of anyone in authority.  I Have to Remember....I Have to Learn to Trust Myself....I Have to Believe what I feel and see in My son! It's so clear. Like looking at writing on a piece of paper, that his head hurts, that his brain isn't back to normal. I need to Honor my senses and do my utmost to ensure his full and complete recovery! I cannot bow to "authority figures" dense and harmful "pressures". I need to believe me. I need to learn to trust Me first. There is no ambivalence here. I can sense his unwellness. He Is improving, I see that too. My voice needs to get stronger, to protect my LittleGuy.
 I've made other positive changes. I will no longer accompany LittleGuy to his therapy. (Yes, as a mom, I'm kinda devastated that I can't take my son to therapy because I get hurt) Partner will take him. I'd never cried/ broke down in front of this person before. Too embarrassed and vulnerable to see her again.

 The house is more alive with more people running around. Gotta go