Today there’s a 1 in 68 chance of having a child with autism. With more diagnoses being made, and more public awareness of the condition, almost everyone’s circle of influence has autism in it.
Growing up I never imagined I’d find myself right in the middle of this community let alone be the mother of a special needs child. I figured the good Lord knew I didn’t have the patience or stamina for the job. Yet, here I am raising not one, but two, children with autism. Despite my lack of patience, perfectionistic nature, and strong temper I’ve gotten endless compliments on my parenting.
Many of these comments surfaced right after I wrote ‘When life get’s hard’, which isn’t about autism so much as finding strength to battle my own inner demons. Ever since publication it seems all I get called is a ‘good mom’, an ‘amazing mom’, numerous compliments or cliché quotes about special kids have special moms, yada, yada, yada. Frankly, it’s kinda weird. (more…)
Today, I’m writing about things that are deeply personal in nature. It scares the crap out of me, but I feel that I need to share this experience. I ask that if you choose to comment please do so respectfully.
Health has become a huge issue at our house over recent years, I touched on some of it with my kicking the brain fog but there’s still more to the story. It all started 5 years ago when the hubster came to me and told me he felt the need to go back for a graduate degree. I was all over that. I knew his goal was to own a theater someday (he’s a music dance theater grad) so I knew this would really help him.
We’ve run the gauntlet on diet and nutrition at our house. From low glycemic, candida, vegetarian, sugar free, gluten free, casein free-there’s been a lot of frees…
And you know what? Most of that didn’t help.
It all started 3 years ago with my fuzzy brain, chronic fatigue, a never ending headache (6 mo. +), and nausea hitting by 5:00 every night. After giving up on my Dr. and turning to google, I eventually found my way to good health. Man that was a good 2 months! Having clawed my way uphill I thought I’d never let go of my new way of life.
You remember those awkward elementary school days where your desk buddy was completely obsessed with star trek or hello kitty? Don’t get me wrong I love me some geeky friends, but do you remember how they wouldn’t talk about anything else? Where the first 5 minutes of conversation might have been fun, but after that you start to zone out?
I’m afraid I’ve become that kid in my circle of friends.
I understand your frustration, you feel abused, over used and under-appreciated. You feel there’s been too much trauma in your life, I get that, really. May I remind you, there’s been a lot of good times too?
Like that decade we were a major athlete—training for 3 hours or more on a daily basis.
Or that 30+ years of making fresh, homemade, real meals.
Or hey, how about that that time we abstained from alcohol, cigarettes, and illegal substances? Oh yeah, that’s been
My only offense has been an over-indulgence in stress. I’ve tried to make up for it—turning to professional help and researching like crazy. Hey, I’ve completely changed our lifestyle for you!
So basically I’m saying, ‘Get over yourself!’
There’s been far more good than bad—you just need to focus on the good. I can only do so much dragging your moping but around. So quit hurting. You’ve whined long enough, missy. I’m still taking care of you, so get up and get to work.
Health has taken center stage at our house-in a big way.
It’s almost impossible to be creative when your body is using all it has to combat bad health.