Once a site for my own confessions about being a mom of an autistic son. Now a site where we can both share our writing.
Every evening, when my son has reached his apex of energy for the day (read: screeching, opening and slamming the doors on his sister’s play kitchen, repeatedly pushing the buttons on all three of those damned refrigerator musical toys at the same time, begging/obsessing over food), we open up the doors of our kitchen and…
A friend once asked me – and she was asking this as a long-time friend who knew that I trusted her, and with whom I shared a 100% honesty rule – if I loved my son less than my daughter because he is autistic. I considered the question seriously. After all, this was a friend…
I’m about to work out some thoughts on the Interwebs that I should probably just keep to myself. Because I’m sure that if anyone stumbles across these, I will surely receive a slew of comments accusing me of being “ableist” or “hateful” towards my son and all other Autistics out there. The fact is that…
So the weekend started out promisingly enough. I stopped work early and went to the mall for a rare (and I mean RARE) two hour wardrobe update experience. Not to get too far off topic, but I just need to confess that I don’t even bother shopping on sale. I get to the mall about…
So I feel like [insert bad word] today about my parenting skills. I’m questioning the wisdom of posting this plainly on the Interwebs, where strangers can judge me. But I’m committing more fully to writing these days, as I’m finding it effective in helping me figure out just who I am these days. Yesterday, my…
Yeah. So I just squeezed my son to sleep. Well, not literally. He just needed to calm down. Hubby gave up trying to coax my son to sleep after lying in bed with him for half an hour and failing miserably. (My son is at that nap/no nap transition at the age of four, but…
A lot of photographers participate in 365/52 projects, where somebody establishes a theme, and each participant then hunts around for images in their lives that illustrate what that theme means to them. I briefly thought about signing up for one of these projects. And then I thought about how crazy my life is, and how…
I haven’t written on this blog in a while because I try not to go there. But lately I’ve been stuck there, so I might as well try and explore what there is for me lately. Maybe it’ll help shake me out of my malaise. Maybe. So here’s a list I expect to add to…
See this boy? The beautiful one? With the magical eyes? That’s my son. And he is starting to talk more and more. Like he walked around a corner this past weekend and decided that “yup, I’ve had enough of this being trapped inside my head thing and listening to Mommy and Daddy with their stupid…
So my son stims. Your son stims. Your daughter stims. The whole autistic world stims. In fact, I stim (although I’m pretty certain I’m not not or do I run the risk of being diagnosed as autistic – I’m just wacky). So what’s the big deal? It’s a stress reliever, it’s a way of shutting…