We registered for classes at the high school today. I am hopeful for a good year. Red seems at peace with the decision. The stars appear to be in alignment. First thing this morning I get a call from Special Transportation. He doesn't have the same "drruunk driiiver" (that's what Red called him) that he had last year. In fact, I know his driver personally. She used to be the Library Assistant at our elementary school. I worked with her frequently during the book fairs. He also has a friend who will be on that bus. The two of them can commiserate about how horrible school is on their way back and forth.
He is going to try the wrestling team, which will give him a small group to be a part of. He will also take a web design class, and a vocation exploration class. He has two teachers that he had and liked last year so there's a since of familiarity going in. I also talked to the counselor about setting up a lunch retreat area for students like Red who just can't deal with the loud crazy cafeteria. She is open to the idea but needs to work out the logistics.
I pray with the new meds in place and the B-12 supplement that he is taking, he will have a better year. Continuous prayer and positive energy sent this way is sincerely appreciated.
On to the Friday Funnies...
The phone rings...it's Red's friend on the line. He is upstairs, laying in his bed, having a nail biting festival. I call him, "Red...telephone!"
"O.K." minutes pass, he doesn't pick up.
"Telephone!" I say again. He still doesn't pick up.
"Someone is on the phone for you! Are you going to pick up the phone or not?"
"No there isn't. The phone is not ringing."
Wow! Sometimes this kid is brilliant! Other times...not so much.
I am going to a girls night out to listen to Spoken Word in downtown Austin. The boys are going to meet their dad for dinner @ Chili's. We pull into the lot. I see Daddy's car. "How do you know that's Dad's car?" they ask.
"I know because of the sticker on the back for our sub-division."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
They are not convinced.
I look for a close up space so I can run in...make sure they find him and run back out. This is the space I find:
"Mom you can't park here!"
"Yes I can. I will only be here 10 minutes."
"You can't! You're not getting any food to go. They're going to crush and melt your car!"
"Just come on. We're going to find your dad. It will be fine."
Red just sits there staring at the sign. Blue runs into the restaurant. "Bye Mom...we'll find dad. Just go on. Hurry!"
"No...I need to make sure. Remember you didn't trust me when I told you that was Daddy's car."
Finally Red slow pokes on into the restaurant.
He's looking around suspiciously.
"I just saw a police car Mom. You'd better go."
"Just relax. It will be fine."
"No it won't mom."
"They are not ACTUALLY going to crush and melt a car. They are just trying to discourage people from parking there."
"Well why would they say that?"
I kiss dad, take a sip of his soda and go on my merry way.
I shared the above picture with my friends on the Confessions Facebook Community Page In response Sabrina posted this:
Do I dare share this one with the boys?
My Comments are acting weird...until I get it fixed feel free to leave comments Here on Facebook
He is going to try the wrestling team, which will give him a small group to be a part of. He will also take a web design class, and a vocation exploration class. He has two teachers that he had and liked last year so there's a since of familiarity going in. I also talked to the counselor about setting up a lunch retreat area for students like Red who just can't deal with the loud crazy cafeteria. She is open to the idea but needs to work out the logistics.
I pray with the new meds in place and the B-12 supplement that he is taking, he will have a better year. Continuous prayer and positive energy sent this way is sincerely appreciated.
On to the Friday Funnies...
The phone rings...it's Red's friend on the line. He is upstairs, laying in his bed, having a nail biting festival. I call him, "Red...telephone!"
"O.K." minutes pass, he doesn't pick up.
"Telephone!" I say again. He still doesn't pick up.
"Someone is on the phone for you! Are you going to pick up the phone or not?"
"No there isn't. The phone is not ringing."
Wow! Sometimes this kid is brilliant! Other times...not so much.
I am going to a girls night out to listen to Spoken Word in downtown Austin. The boys are going to meet their dad for dinner @ Chili's. We pull into the lot. I see Daddy's car. "How do you know that's Dad's car?" they ask.
"I know because of the sticker on the back for our sub-division."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
They are not convinced.
I look for a close up space so I can run in...make sure they find him and run back out. This is the space I find:
"Yes I can. I will only be here 10 minutes."
"You can't! You're not getting any food to go. They're going to crush and melt your car!"
"Just come on. We're going to find your dad. It will be fine."
Red just sits there staring at the sign. Blue runs into the restaurant. "Bye Mom...we'll find dad. Just go on. Hurry!"
"No...I need to make sure. Remember you didn't trust me when I told you that was Daddy's car."
Finally Red slow pokes on into the restaurant.
He's looking around suspiciously.
"I just saw a police car Mom. You'd better go."
"Just relax. It will be fine."
"No it won't mom."
"They are not ACTUALLY going to crush and melt a car. They are just trying to discourage people from parking there."
"Well why would they say that?"
I kiss dad, take a sip of his soda and go on my merry way.
I shared the above picture with my friends on the Confessions Facebook Community Page In response Sabrina posted this:
Do I dare share this one with the boys?
My Comments are acting weird...until I get it fixed feel free to leave comments Here on Facebook
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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 · 122 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.
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