Or… can I get the last 10 days of my life back?
No, seriously, it wasn’t that bad, but I was busy. Busy being supermom, meeting a deadline that involved 25 of the most painful articles I’ve ever written, discovering my new forms of PTSD related to the topics I write about weekly and figuring out where I’m going to go in fall, unless someone pulls a carpet out from under [...]
Six years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with autism.
Five years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with a developmental delay, not autism.
Four years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with PDD-NOS, a developmental delay, not autism, but maybe something like SID.
Three years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome.
Three years ago, I resigned myself to the fact that Enigma was… Enigma. In those years, I researched everything I could. Gluten-free diets, chelation therapy, occupational therapy, [...]
For those of you not following my blog religiously (you should, I’m a minister, yo), Enigma, my 9-year old son, has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism that expresses itself with awkward social behaviors, OCD, sensory issues and other things that make them (to quote every OT we’ve ever seen) “quirky.”
Enigma has been going through the diagnosis wheel since he was about three, when he couldn’t stay in his preschool [...]
The moral of the story is that zombies bring people together in strange ways, even if their body parts eventually fall off.
I am blogging from outside Enigma’s OT appt. 8am on Friday. I will bitch about that later, I promise.
He is doing well, but I wonder if the lack of structure of the summer is causing him to display more “stimming” behaviors, or maybe with him in school, I have just not seen him like this in such proportions. We shall see. He is planning to build a zoo, and I [...]
Let me preface this by saying that I may come back to this for more details at some other point. I left my notebook in the car and I’m damn tired.
Upon arriving at my grandmother’s house, she already had my martini ingredients out. She’s a wonderful lady. I only ate two jars of olives there… well, maybe three. She made spaghetti for us, and although I requested she put some [...]
My youngest son was diagnosed with Autism in 2004, and again in Fall of 2008. In between those diagnoses, he was considered developmentally delayed or “on the spectrum.” In short, my son is autistic, he is on the autism spectrum in a little place they like to call Asperger’s. At least, that’s what its being called this year.
What this means, in real life, is that my son is a little [...]
I don’t eat meat. I think its cruel and it took me many decades to finally resolve myself to take a personal stance against meat factories. I’ve not knowingly eaten meat itself for almost a year and a half now and I’m proud of that. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m not a vegan. I’m not even a member of PETA. I just don’t eat meat.
I have a child who is [...]
