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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

I Sweat Cinnamon And See Neon Words In The Sky (But I Can Explain, Really . . .)



Okay that sounds bizarre and that's only because it is. Ever since I came back from the hospital life has changed in a multitude of ways.

It begins every morning with pure frustration as I try to dress mostly one-handed. Ever try to pull up pants with only one hand? Give it a whirl sometime, I guarantee you'll be breaking out all sorts of curse words. Then try curling or straightening your hair with a scalding hot curling or straightening iron - but again only one hand! I think by the time I head out the door to go to work I've cursed enough to fill most people's yearly quota.

Friday, September 21, 2018

Time For Some More Bathroom Humor!



Yes, it's time to play the game of porcelain thrones! It amazes me that I've found enough material to do several of these posts already. What can I say, I hang in some odd places on the internet. Let's start with art!

(Don't ask me why 'cause I don't know)

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Don't Kid Yourself - Verbal Abuse Is Abuse



At the gas station last night, pumping gas. Car at the pump next to me has a guy and girl sitting in it. He just finished pumping gas and their windows are down. I barely gave them a passing glance until he started yelling. He was angry. I mean very, very angry. Arms waving, screaming at her over and over again that she was stupid. Really, really "f**king stupid." She was doing her best to make herself as small as possible. And to stifle her tears because he screamed at her for those, too.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Another Autism Worry - What About The Airport?


I'm sharing this story today, because it's so perfectly illustrates one of the many scenarios that we as autism parents - and also that our children as people with autism - have to navigate in daily life.

I've flown with David a handful of times now. When he was younger, a simple "My child has autism" was explanation enough for airport security personnel. They let me repeat their instructions to him if necessary, and while they weren't always patient, they didn't make any problems for us either. On a few occasions they would allow David to step out of the line and they'd run a wand over him and send us on our way.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: She Survived And Thrived




She stood ahead of me in the customer service line
Her little girl caught my eye immediately
Adorable in the extreme
Cute as a button
And Mom, unashamedly and enthusiastically playing with her
Uncaring of who was watching
Laughing and giggling and booping her nose
Waving arms in the air
Turning in circles as they did a little dance  
It took me a few moments to notice her scars
Standing out vividly on her back
Some were tangled, knotted, ugly
Some were straight, surgical, precise
Whatever it was that did this to her
Whatever it was that she had to go through to recover from it
She did it
And she is clearly reveling in every moment of her life
I wanted to high-five her
And say "Look at us!
We made it!"
I gave them a smile and a nod
Then I drove home and danced with my son

Just because