For the first time in over a week -I made it to an exercise class. For the first time since the beginning of the summer, I attended Yoga. My schedule has been so screwed up with the boys out of school. Their appointments, camps and play-dates that often interfere with my early morning Yoga class. Not to mention that my favorite yoga instructor quit because of being mistreated by management, but that's a whole other story.
Even though it's been well over 100 degrees for the past few weeks here in central Texas, this instructor had the bright idea of making it a heated yoga class. The heat is supposed to help us sweat out the toxins and help our muscles relax. Meanwhile, the rest of you is swelling from the heat, especially those of us who eat too much salt and don't drink enough water.
How did I manage to get away at 6:30 on a Tuesday evening? I dropped the boys and a couple of their friends off at one of the city pools nearby, as I have done many times this summer. I confess -I feel this deep sense of elation whenever I drive away without my children. This time however, I notice that I did not have my cell phone in my purse (slight panic). I left it charging at the house (what else is new?). "I'll only be gone for an hour," I rationalize. Hubby is at home and they can call him if anything comes up. "I deserve this hour," I tell myself. He's been off duty on a business trip for the past couple of days. I've been with them 24/7 well 24/2 anyway.
Did I mention that my day started off with another headache. I spent the better part of the day on the phone with our eldest son (lets just call him "21" in order to protect the innocent or not so innocent). I received a phone call from a creditor with whom "21"-allegedly signed some idiotic contract with, and has not been able to pay since he lost his job a couple of months ago. (Another long story). Let's just say I spent a lot of time trying to get him to face up to his responsibility. Why do I even care? I don't want him to ruin his life with stupid, avoidable mistakes!
Not the expert mom with all the answers...the mom who can't stop looking for them.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Down Dog
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Adelaide Dupont · 285 weeks ago
And for those of us who knew and appreciated these points in high school to a greater or lesser extent - always good to have a refresher and feel them through the current and future generations who we survived to be able to see.
I especially appreciated points 5, 7 and 10.
And young women not settling or settling down yet is a good thing.
"It's never too late to live our dreams" - but it may be too early for some of them!
And 8 of course.
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Maira L. Coral · 216 weeks ago
I was looking for information for my Multi-Genre Disability Research Project from my Early Childhood Special Education class on the web, when suddenly I came across your blog. I started reading this out of curiosity and I want to tell you that as you said yourself, you will not be Amanda Gorman, but you managed to make me shed some tears, perhaps because I felt totally identified with your words, especially in the part that you speak of your son. My son also has Asperger's syndrome, he is 19 years old and he is in the second semester of College. Also like yours, he takes classes from home, likewise my eldest daughter is also taking college classes from her room. At the same time, that I work as a preschool teacher from my kitchen through a computer, my husband sleeps in the room during the day because he works at night. Also in the afternoons I myself take virtual school classes. I am a 51-year-old Latin woman who began to learn the English language as adult, so maybe you find some deficiencies in my writing, however, I was very moved by how proud you express yourself about your son. Referent your mother, I liked the humorous tone that you give when your talk about her, so I did not want to miss this opportunity and stopped my assignments for a moment to let you know that your words do make a difference, since they reach the heart of at least those who have opportunity to read you. I want confess you that is the most long I have written to someone I don't know, because your words inspired me, thank you...
Gavin Bollard · 209 weeks ago
Thanks for this post. I've been very distracted of late and so this was how I found out about our friend Kate. Kate's struggles were very real but they were so constant and so wide-ranging that it was difficult for people around her to address them. I think it's going to take a while longer for me to process all this.
I learned so much from Kate because she was always quick to point out the many injustices in the world. In her glory days, she was very much a crusader and she cared for everyone. Over the years, as her situation took its toll, I came to realise that it was the fact that she couldn't be put in a single specific category, that made the system fail her. She needed help that they weren't set up to provide.
She needed more care and she needed to be less alone. I'm so sorry that this has happened.
For a long while we were corresponding almost every day but a couple of months ago, I realised that she had become so stressed that nearly every interaction I had with her was starting to trigger her. I backed away to give her a bit more space. She only had a little time that she could stand to be online and there were too many things that she wanted to do in that time. I thought that by taking a step back, she could reach out to more people who might be geographically closer and able to assist.
Kate was a beautiful soul and she will be sorely missed by all of us.
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Spoil your cat · 121 weeks ago
Many of these living arrangement aren't good, and many of the people who run those places really don't have the residents' best interest at heart. Those places are like old age homes and foster homes, where you sometimes hear horror stories. They're hard to trust. But then there are good ones, of course.
The best thing for an autistic adult is either to go on living at home or working and renting an apartment and living independently, but that isn't always an option.
Duncan · 112 weeks ago