Why do I blog and Facebook so ferociously? I am desperately trying to understand and be understood. I'm connecting with people who get me, and I get them. I feel their pain and I know that so many of them authentically feel mine. It's crazy to feel connected to so many people all over the world who are going through some of the exact same things that I am going through. I know it's insane, but it's also incredibly real. We laugh together. We cry together. I absolutely get high from the laughter everyday. It makes this crazy life seem a little less crazy when you can find the humor in it. Oh ...and the high of sharing the laughter and brightening someone's otherwise dark day, gives me a buzz. I'll admit it. I'm addicted. It's like one of the genuinely good feelings in my lonely days.
It's also sad. Sometimes it even feels pathetic, that some of the people I feel closest to, I've actually never met. It just is what it is for now. I feel like the good things that come from it, far outweigh the negatives.
No one in my real life, totally gets what I'm dealing with. I'm always out there searching, trying to understand, trying to do whatever I can to help my boys. I'm looking for answers to their questions, to my questions, looking for the right things to say and what not to say to make things worse.
My husband gets it but doesn't get it. He's too busy working to really get it. Then he thinks I'm always making excuses or them. That really pisses me off.
O.k. so maybe at some point I made excuses for them, but I've learned that lesson. Time is short! One is an adult, and the other one will be sixteen before I can blink my eyes! The last thing I want to do is make excuses for them. Their issues are real. They're not imagined. They have huge pockets of intelligence. That doesn't take away their challenges, their different way of seeing and experiencing the world. Their intelligence does not deem their challenges null and void. I want to understand how to help them to help themselves!
My mother (another story altogether) really doesn't get it as much as she may want to. I know I've said this before, but this is my rant. She actually ends up adding to the headache. Imagine having your mother as an audience to all of your conversations with your teenagers. Then top that with their autism and lack of filter. Oh and the cherry is that she also has no restraint and will say anything at anytime. She's like uninvited audience participation in my own house. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? How did this become my life?
Yeah. Don't answer that. I love her. I'm blessed to have her. Yada. Yada. Yada. I'd like to have her down the street, in an apartment.
I work to put their supports in place and I'm actually quite proud of our team. Just last night I had his Job Coach, his Occupational Therapist, one of his high school teachers, and our Transition Coordinator at our house for a meeting. All here on their time off, supporting him! I am eternally grateful for this team of people. There are so many kids left out there hanging, with ignorant parents who don't get them and have no idea how to help them.
My Facebook and blog community parents, mostly moms and a few awesome dads of kids on the spectrum actually understand this life.
Damn right! I don't want to hear the opinions of ANYONE who doesn't actually live my reality. And my reality is different than anybody else's reality because these are MY children with autism. Each of them is uniquely challenged. There is no one else exactly like them, so if you're not an expert who's studied, or worked with them. If you're not some one who's actually living this, you really can just shut the f- up! I don't want your 2 cents.
If you want to give your 2 cents to the help pay the experts, pay for medications and many other bills that come along with autism, you can do so by shopping Amazon with me. Just Click the link below or use Amazon Search above.
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It's also sad. Sometimes it even feels pathetic, that some of the people I feel closest to, I've actually never met. It just is what it is for now. I feel like the good things that come from it, far outweigh the negatives.
No one in my real life, totally gets what I'm dealing with. I'm always out there searching, trying to understand, trying to do whatever I can to help my boys. I'm looking for answers to their questions, to my questions, looking for the right things to say and what not to say to make things worse.
My husband gets it but doesn't get it. He's too busy working to really get it. Then he thinks I'm always making excuses or them. That really pisses me off.
O.k. so maybe at some point I made excuses for them, but I've learned that lesson. Time is short! One is an adult, and the other one will be sixteen before I can blink my eyes! The last thing I want to do is make excuses for them. Their issues are real. They're not imagined. They have huge pockets of intelligence. That doesn't take away their challenges, their different way of seeing and experiencing the world. Their intelligence does not deem their challenges null and void. I want to understand how to help them to help themselves!
My mother (another story altogether) really doesn't get it as much as she may want to. I know I've said this before, but this is my rant. She actually ends up adding to the headache. Imagine having your mother as an audience to all of your conversations with your teenagers. Then top that with their autism and lack of filter. Oh and the cherry is that she also has no restraint and will say anything at anytime. She's like uninvited audience participation in my own house. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? How did this become my life?
Yeah. Don't answer that. I love her. I'm blessed to have her. Yada. Yada. Yada. I'd like to have her down the street, in an apartment.
I work to put their supports in place and I'm actually quite proud of our team. Just last night I had his Job Coach, his Occupational Therapist, one of his high school teachers, and our Transition Coordinator at our house for a meeting. All here on their time off, supporting him! I am eternally grateful for this team of people. There are so many kids left out there hanging, with ignorant parents who don't get them and have no idea how to help them.
Damn right! I don't want to hear the opinions of ANYONE who doesn't actually live my reality. And my reality is different than anybody else's reality because these are MY children with autism. Each of them is uniquely challenged. There is no one else exactly like them, so if you're not an expert who's studied, or worked with them. If you're not some one who's actually living this, you really can just shut the f- up! I don't want your 2 cents.
If you want to give your 2 cents to the help pay the experts, pay for medications and many other bills that come along with autism, you can do so by shopping Amazon with me. Just Click the link below or use Amazon Search above.
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