Sunday, December 3, 2017

Pensive today

There is a girl that I used to work with, still have her on my friends list on facebook, we still chat here and there.  She's a slight bit older than me, but not by a huge amount.  I knew she had a new scary cancer diagnosis recently, but today I read her blog, the story of the how, and I learned that she's got stage 4 breast cancer, that has metastasized to her spine and sacrum.  This is a woman that just a couple of years ago did Iron Man.

I know there are so many people in so many stages of struggles with health and cancer going through things right now.  I have a cousin that's done it several times, my stepmother is going through radiation, I have family that had cancer and passed, I see patients every day.   Reading Nicoles story though it just brought tears to my eyes, life is so precious.  To be so strong and capable of running/biking/swimming miles all day long, to hearing those awful words, its truly heartbreaking.  Cancer sucks.  I know she can beat this though.

I'm going to hug my son just a little bit tighter tonight, and tell him that I love him, just a few more times than my usual once, because tomorrow isn't promised, so much can happen.  If something does happen to me though, ever.  I want for my mom or my dad to have him, I know they did a wonderful job with me, that he will be just as cared for if not more.  

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Black and White

Sometimes when I look at Stephen I don't see autism, I don't see Aspergers.  I see a normal boy, with no challenges, just that he is who he is.  I love him no matter what, regardless of what label is attached to him.  He's so much amazingness all wrapped up in this gigantic ball of boy, all arms and legs and taller than I would expect him to be at this age.  Even though I see all this normalness and amazingness in him, there are times when it smacks me right in the face again, boom..there's the aspergers.

He has always enjoyed music.  More recently his passion has become classical, and to narrow it down even further, the organ.  He wants to learn how to play the organ.  This is his music instrument of choice when it comes to listening at night as he sleeps, or when he's in a place that is too loud and has to put music on with his headphones.  It's his go to when he has a meltdown and needs to step back and calm down.  It sounds like an awful racket to me, but he loves it.  This weekend I thought about going into a music store in town and inquiring about lessons.  He went with me of course, because he was excited about the possibility .   When we got there he went and ogled the guitar.  Guitar has also been a lifelong wish to learn as well.  So I inquired about lessons.  And that's when it hit, the big revelation that my kid has Autism.

There is often a hard line between black and white with kids with Aspergers.  They have a hard time seeing the grey.  On this particular instance, the man told us that there isn't any organ lessons, but there are dozens of teachers that teach piano lessons.  He kept asking about the organ, where he can go to learn, etc.  The man tried to tell him that the piano is the same, except extra keys.  I could tell though, Stephen no longer wanted lessons from this place.  He doesn't see it has a piano can give him a foundation to the next instrument, its organ or nothing.  I was going to get him lessons, maybe start right then because there was a instructor available, but nope, he was ready to go.  I told him to think about it, but it's clear the window has passed.  He doesn't want music lessons anymore.  Maybe one day the guitar will come back around, but the idea of learning a piano instead of an organ isn't as appealing.  He said he wanted to think about it, but I know him, I don't think it will happen any time soon.  It sucks.  I think he would enjoy it.

I'm trying to get him out there, lessons, either music, or basketball, or cooking lessons, something to get him socializing and learning something that he enjoys, get him out of the house.  I may be shelving the musical lessons for the time being, but he seemed excited about cooking lessons, so I'm online googling up a storm!  Hopefully the black and white won't trip us up again.


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Trials and Tribulations

When you are a parent, either single or a double parent, there are many trials and tribulations that you can face when raising a child.  You watch your child go through milestones, go through make up and break ups of friendships, succeeding or struggling in school.  So many things parents go through, at all levels of difficulties.  For me, watching my kiddo struggle in areas that come so easily to people, is the hardest thing I ever have experienced in my life.

He's been diagnosed with Autism (aspergers or ASD) ADD, dyslexia and dysgraphia.  School is a constant struggle for him, and now that he's growing older, some of the challenges I see him face aren't just academic.  I had a meeting this morning with his school, it was for the 504 plan he had in place, they were regrouping and updating and making sure that everything is going okay.   Academically I think he's doing pretty good, his biggest challenges are tests and turning in assignments/homework.  He came to the meeting, he had some input, and one of the things he said was absolutely heartbreaking.

He's struggling socially.  He has no friends.  It's so hard for me to type that.  When we were in elementary school and karate, he had friends, mostly karate friends, friends that he did things with.  Those friends are starting to get older and are outgrowing the things that Stephen loves so much.  He's almost a teenager, but he still loves legos.   He went to a friends house this weekend while I got my car fixed and he left so depressed, because his two friends were more interested in playing video games against each other than play with him.  He feels like he's not friends with them anymore.  And today at the meeting he told them that he sits by himself at lunch, he doesn't have anyone to talk to or socialize with, everyone thinks he's weird.  As a mom, that is just so freaking heartbreaking, I'm just tearing up thinking about it.

I knew it was coming, because people with ASD tend to have a hard time socially, and they tend to think about things on a different level, and his lego passion is a childs thing, whereas people in middle school have moved on.

It just hurts.  I needed to process this and vent it, decided to do it on a blog here.  His school has assigned him a social worker, and theres still now IEP in sight despite a letter and a prescription with his diagnosis on it, he's got to go through intervention process again, and even though he's been in intervention 5 years now, it doesn't really matter because he's in a new school, new district, so he starts all over again.  ugh.  but the social worker is supposed to help with social skills and things like that, so im hopeful.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Dear Jason, Jesse, Patsy, and Mike

Dear Jason,
  I hate you.  I hate you so much that I don't feel anything for you.  You were my first, my first really big mistake.  You took one look at me, and decided I was naive and easy to manipulate, I was a mark to you.  You took everything that was good in me, and manipulated it to turn me into someone that I didn't like.  You once held a knife at me, threatened to kill me and my son, if I got in the car and left.  You took things I held dear, and pawned them, you once brought one of your lovers into my house, to introduce me to her, so that she knew what I looked like when you badmouthed me.  You gave me a disease, that I can never be cured of.  You burned a hole in my heart and filled it full of darkness and fear.  You made me nothing, you used me up and hurt me, until I was broken.  For everything you did to me, and my son I hate you.

Dear Jesse,
 I hate you.  I hate you so much that I don't feel anything for you,  When I met you I was just coming out of the thing with Jason.  You took one look at me, so broken and afraid and decided I was perfect.  You swept me off my feet, in the quickest way possible, and rushed me down the isle, in what is probably my first and only wedding, err elopement.  You took my broken soul, and decided it wasn't broke enough.  You hid your lies behind your charm and smiles, and made me see only the facade of you.  Once you had me, and I couldn't leave, you showed me your addiction to pills, your addiction to lying, your addiction to pawn shops, you put not just my son in danger, but you put me in danger, the person you swore to love and cherish.  You took a look at me in the begining and saw that I was the most perfect person for you, in how broken I was, that I would be easily manipulated and abused.  You took my car, my job, and my items you pawned, including my grandmothers wedding ring, and eventually you took my home.  You introduced me to the world of drug dealers, and shady people, you introduced me to the world of knowing cops and paramedics on a first name basis.  You introduced me to the world of DCF, and you put me on the streets with your introduction of yet another overdose.  You used me up and hurt me until I was broken.  For everything you did to me, and my son, I hate you.

Dear Patsy,
I hate you,.  I hate you so much that I don't feel anything for you.  You invited me into your home, as my blood aunt, after the world of Jesse.  You took one look at me, so broken and afraid and numb, and decided I was perfect.  I was perfect to beat into submission, not literally, but spiritually.  You decided that as a Christian woman it was your duty to have me into your home, but once I was there, I had to live under a iron thumb.  I had to clean your clothes, I had to walk on tipy toes, I had to live with the thermostat at 88 degrees, I had to do the trash, I had to clean constantly.  Under your OCD and watchful eye, not one crumb could be left on a dinner tray.  I had to watch as you tried to turn my son against me, blaming that one crumb on my lack of cleanliness, and punished him not allowing him to watch tv.  Once, tile fell down in the shower, after years of no one showering in that shower, the glue behind it gave away, and I was blamed.  My dog had to live in the heat outside, and one day, she disappeared,  I reported her missing, and she was found across the city,   You gave me two weeks to find a home for her, then gave me 3 weeks to find a home for me and stephen.  You wouldn't let me keep her for another week until I could find a place.  Your reasoning for kicking us out?  my son, who is autistic, asked you why he couldn't eat in the living room, but you could.  Your christian values, we lived in constant chaos that was controlled by a OCD person, nothing we did was right.  And when you felt disrespected because of a question, you told us to go, in an email.  You took pictures of my personal space, my personal belongings, and called me a slob, but you didn't take pictures of the messes you left for me to clean.  After we moved out you went after my dad for money that I supposedly owed, and you cut my cell phone off, you returned my check that paid for that cellphone, and cut me off from the world.   I was working at healing myself, instead I was getting thrown into this world of utter despair, I tried to find solace in a church of my chosing, but it wasn't your church, so you weren't happy.   I lost my spirituality after you, I found religion in my time of Jesse, my only light in darkness, and you took it away.  I'm now agnostic, if there is a God, how would he let a christian woman treat us like that?  I lost my faith in family because of you.  The only family that matters to me right now are my mom and my dad, and a few others.  Because family wouldn't treat family like that.  You used me up, and hurt me until I was broken.  It wasn't enough that I wasn't healed from my exes, you had to break me more.  For everything you did to me, and my son, I hate you.

Dear Mike,
Fast forward 4 years.  I'm healed.  I am happy.  I was ready for you.  You took one look at me and I don't know what you saw when you looked at me, you were so closed up.   We decided we should try this thing out.  We dated for 6 months, then you decided that if I wanted things to be official, it would be up to me.  We were together for a year and half.  We did things, I was happy, there was no drama, no arguing, nothing.   I was so happy.  I thought we were perfect together, you had your problems in your past, I had mine.  I felt like I would never loose myself in you, like I did with them.  I never felt like you would cheat, or lie, or manipulate.  You were my equal, in so many things.  We had fun.  It took me a long time to feel like I loved you, I was still a little sore inside from them, but I felt like you were healing me so much more than I could heal myself.  I never said I love you.  You never said you loved me.  I didn't see for so long, how unhealthy our relationship was.  Even now, months after we split up, I still find myself in denial sometimes.   There were so many red flags, You introduced me to strangers as your friends.  I never was introduced to family.  I did meet one friend, who is now a pretty good friend of mine, but I can't even remember if you introduced me as a friend, or gf, I know she knew I was a gf cause she was on my fb, and you never facebook friended me, even though you knew it bothered me.  I was never invited to your trips to jacksonville, but you brought with you friends of yours.  I felt like your dirty little secret.   I trusted you wholeheartedly.  You crushed that trust, when our mutual friend showed me a screenshot of you and her in front of a courthouse, 2 days after telling me you were moving to seattle to be with your son.  a weeks and weeks of texting you asking for answers, you still haven't given me any.  You ghosted.  1.5 years of dating, of so many good times, constantly texting each other, even in that last month I saw you more that month than I had in a long time.  Then you ghosted.  I have been through a lot, but never in my life have I ever been so heartbroken as I have been the past few months.  You broke me again.  For everything you did to me, I hate you.

Dear Therapist,
You listened to me when I told you all of this, you listened when I went into more detail, you listened to me analyze everything.  You listened to me when I told you that I went out and bought a car, and one of my first thoughts was that Mike had never touched it.  You listened to me when I said I was moving to another place, and it makes me happy that Mike had never been there.  You listened to me when I said I really wanted a new bed, cause mike had never touched it.  Then you told me, it doesn't matter.  It doesn't matter what happened to me in the past, what matters now, is they made their choices, and I made mine.  It doesn't matter that Mike ghosted, he made his choice to cheat and pick someone else, the answers I seek have nothing to do with what I do going forward, I am never getting back together with them.  It makes sense.  You taught me a word, it resonated so deeply in me.  Codependency.   With that word, you're teaching me to heal again.  I don't want to be broken anymore.  I accept responsibility that everyone in my past, they aren't the ones that broke me.  I broke me.  Jason, Jesse, Patsy, Mike, I don't hate you at all, I don't even hate you a little bit.  I've got some work to do, because I think I hate myself, more than I ever thought I hated you.



Codependency.  It describes me to a T.  I loose myself in my partners, I find people and attract people because of that.  I become the relationship I am in.  I need to break free of those chains.  Some of the coping mechanisms is journaling, which is why I am here today.  This was so much more to me than a blog.  It was a longwinded goodbye letter, to all of those that I've felt like are the source of my anguish.  I can't say I will never think back and feel pain and hurt all over again, but I want to change the cycle going forward.  I don't want to be here in 5 years with bitterness in my heart over failed relationships, failed friendships, or a failed life.  I want to move to Sanford, get my fresh start, and be a better me.

Thanks for listening.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Understanding my son, and maybe me, just a little bit more.

It's been a while since I've posted a non book review blog.  I need to write down the things that I've recently learned.  What better way to do it than blog about it, I can edit and erase and save, and come back to it, all the while venting my own thoughts about it.



Asperger's Syndrome, Dysgraphia, Dyslexia, ADD.  All of these things are a label that has recently been slapped on my 11 year old son.  ADD is a somewhat older diagnosis, and one that we are probably going to revisit, as of right now we're on a trial of no medications to see how he does, not that I think anything will help, because there's no treatment for the other things that he has, except for therapy, and he hasn't had that yet.  He says he's doing okay, he's just tired, he thinks the medication helped him stay awake.  Of course it is summer right now, there's no need to focus on school work.  I haven't looked into Dysgraphia or Dyslexia yet, mostly because there wasn't any books on it at the library.



Over the course of the past week I have read no less than 5 books on Asperger's Syndrome.  These are the things I have learned.  I knew a lot of things about him, but a lot of it didn't truly CLICK in my head until I read about what a person with Asperger's thoughts are.  And now I understand my son just a little bit more than I did before.  I'll post this where family can read it, or whoever, maybe it will help explain a few things that they've noticed.



1)  He's got sensory issues.  When Stephen would beg not to wear long pants during the winter, and would claim the cold doesn't bother him.  This was a symptom.  Every book I have read mentioned that Aspies are seemingly unaware of things like cold or heat or pain.  He claimed he wasn't cold, maybe because he wasn't?  Also, he doesn't like the feel of things on his lower legs.  Sensory things.  Also a symptom.  I think this also means that I have to figure out how to get him to wear long pants or I could be accused of neglect or something when it's cold.  That is going on my list of questions to ask a doctor, how do I approach things like that.  He also dresses for comfort.  I thought basketball shorts/shirt was because its popular, its cool.  Actually, he likes the feel of it on his skin, AND it doesn't have a tag that irritates his neck.  So until he finds something else he likes the feel of on his skin, he's getting basketball clothes.  Specifically Nike, more specifically Black and red.    He has a closet full of polo shirts, he says he doesn't like the feel of them, he never wears them.  I've noticed the clothes that he will wear, are mainly 100% cotton, and comfortable.  He dresses for comfort, not for looks.  He has a problem with basic hygeine.  He doesn't like strong toothpastes, or the feel of dove soap and some other soaps.  Food isn't a huge problem, unless it's stuff like processed cheese.  It's not fun for him, the taste and texture, and me not being on top of his lunch money sometimes has caused huge problems in school because they give him a grilled cheese sandwhich, which is his own bitter enemy in the food category.



2) He is very literal, I have always known this about him.  If you call his nana grandma, he will correct you.  If you ground him but decide to let him have one thing back one day earlier, he will tell you "you told me I won't have this until this day" he's very firm about being called Stephen with a PH.  If you call him Steve, it's not pretty.  He does have a grasp of idioms and sayings and sarcasim, but sometimes he will correct you.  Don't be offended or put off, he's actually very much high functioning asperger, some people don't grasp the idioms or slang or anything at ALL.  If it's something new he's never heard, chances are he will correct you, or take you very seriously.  He will take a brussel sprout and call it a lettuce ball, because thats what he thinks of it.  It's funny, but in hindsight, sometimes aspies will call things by a literal name, because thats what it looks like, so therefore thats what it is.



3) He's very blunt.  If you are a family member and you tell him that he cannot eat in the living room because his mother didn't clean a tray properly, then you feel disrespected because he asked why you were eating in the living room yourself?  this is not disrespect, this is a symptom, this is him being literal and being blunt.  This is him not understanding.  You need to reevaluate your christian views because you kicked my son out of your house for being himself.



4) He doesn't act his age.  He's 11, he does not have the same interest as other 11 year olds.  He still loves legos, minecraft, and playing with his younger best friends, but because peers his age are starting to get into older things, he has trouble making friends.  Right now we are okay, but as his friends age and get into older things, they might start breaking away from him, and as a mother, I need to be prepared to not murder people for hurting my son for not being his friends anymore.



5) He has passions.  This is what I have learned subjects that he is intensely focused on are called.  His passions, things that he is very passionate about.  I remember when he was so young, a year old? less? older? I don't know, I just know that he made me watch the movie Cars until we went through THREE dvds.  They were watched so much they stopped working.  Finding Nemo was another one, we went through two of those.  For the longest time it was pirates, the titanic was in there for a little bit.  It was star wars, the army, pokemon.  The longest running things and the biggest were pirates, minecraft, and legos.  Minecraft and legos are the top of the list right now.  Ask him about minecraft and you will learn more than you ever wanted to know about it.  He is big into hacking his current game, and it drives me nuts because his phone is practically about to explode from all the apps he's downloaded, but it makes him insanely happy, and he loves it when I ask about it, he goes on and on and his face just lights up.



6) He doesn't understand boundaries.  He actually goes against everything Aspie in this aspect.  Most don't like to be touched.  He loves hugs, he's very very affectionate, unfortunately, he also has a problem with personal bubbles.  He completely doesn't understand that sometimes people just have this bubble that you really shouldn't cross.  It's not his fault, he just doesn't have the social knowhow about it.  And if I tell him that I have a personal bubble that I need less hugs at this moment in time, the blunt literal thing comes out.  "You don't have a bubble, you're my mommy"  he doesn't understand that sometimes, people just don't like to be tapped on the head.  He tends to tap people on the head a lot.  It's one of those things that he does that drives me nuts, I'm sure it'll drive someone else nuts, but it's just one of those things that I have to work on getting him to understand, I don't know how yet, but it's on the list of questions to ask a doctor.



7) He expects promises to be kept.  If you mention in passing that you will always reward him with a good report card, when that report card comes out, you better have money to buy something.  If you don't he will remind you that you promised to buy it, over and over again.  He will shop amazon on your phone, his phone, his tablet, your computer if it wasn't locked with a password.  If you tell him you can't get it right now, there's no money for it, expect a problem.   If you tell him that you will make sure he always has a pair of brand new shoes on his feet, he will mention to you that he has a hole in his current shoes, and it's time for brand new ones (my dad and stepmom know what i'm talking about)  IF you tell him you will take him to dinner that night, or that we're going somewhere, make sure it happens, because he expects it now.



8)  He shuts down.  One of his biggest symptoms ever, that he was even taking medication for, was shutting down.  It was labeled anger.  That is not what it is.  This is what we call a meltdown.  A meltdown is typical of an Aspie.  if you see a kid in the middle of a hallway at walmart screaming at the top of his lungs laying on the floor, chances are that child is a autistic child.   Stephen doesn't outwardly meltdown, he inwardly melts down.  Sometimes Stephen will get frustrated, overstimulated, overwhelmed, that he has no choice but to shut down, he gets quiet, he withdraws completely, and the best thing to do in that situation is to just let him be.  In his head he is going through his own process of calming down and relaxing and he will eventually snap out of it.  He tried to tell me once what his process was, but it's his own process, it's hard to explain.  The biggest cause I have noticed from stephen shutting down, is being told to do something that he doesn't want to do.  He has a HUGE problem with change.   It's also from him not understanding what is going on in a school setting.   If he's doing something his own way, and someone tells him no, it's done that way, he's doing his own ritual, rituals are very important to an Aspie, it helps him understand.  And to be told to change and do it some other way, that is grounds for a meltdown.   If he is in a loud, crowded place, he will be in sensory overload, too much going on at once, he's going to shut down. He has told several people that he doesn't like being in a school cafeteria because it is too loud.  He's very literal, if he sees other kids playing around, talking, skipping in line, he will think that is okay for him to do, so when he gets in trouble, while other kids don't get in trouble, that is definitely grounds for a meltdown.   I don't believe he experiences anger like most people, I think he gets scared.  He doesn't feel safe, he doesn't feel comfortable, so what else to do but shut down.



9) He seems like he is overreacting.  There are some things that he focuses on, things that are so far remote from happening EVER, yet it scares him to death.  I always thought it was his imagination, but it turns out that he probably really was concerned about these things.  Some of the things that I can recall off the top of my head.. tornadoes.  I remember one particular storm in oak hill, he was full blown meltdown, like outwardly melting down.  We were in fact under a tornado warning,  He was scared to death.  He had watched Tom and Jerry's wizard of oz, and for years after that, he was terrified of that movie, the real movie, I even had to stay home one day with him because his class was going on a field trip to see a play based on the wizard of oz.  It was all because of a fear of a tornado.  Even 3-4 years after all of that, he would occasionally bring up a "what if a tornado..." and now and then during a bad storm, he has one of those "what if there was a tornado right now?"  next time this happens, I will sit down with him and explain what we will be doing if there was a tornado.  I won't blow it off like, yeah okay thats never going to happen.  I think that this fear of his and the "what ifs" were genuine concerns of his, and I need to learn to not blow things like that off.  Zombies.  Zombies is another one that I would physically roll my eyes at.  Also possibly another genuine concern, "what if zombies would come right now"  Maybe I need to go get a book on surviving a zombie Apocalypse, so that he has the information he needs to survive one.  maybe he needs to be provided with the information on what to do to be safe if something extreme ever happened, so that he can feel safe.  But again this is one of those things I don't know about, do I encourage and provide him the information, or do I not?  If he doesn't process things the way a normal person would, something that would seem so incredibly far out there, might be a real and possible thing to him, until he learns about it.  This is another question for how to react.



Aspies can come across as self centered, selfish, manipulative, but in reality, they have absolutely no idea what they are doing wrong.  From the things I've read, they feel so much, but have a hard time expressing it, the social awkwardness that comes from having such a hard time making friends, they don't know how to really have conversations, start up conversations, so the topic always turns back to them, and what they like, or what they think about this.  Stephen might not ever know how to start a conversation that doesn't begin with his favorite topics.   If you ask him how was school, he doesn't have much to say about it, but if you ask him how to build something in minecraft, if it's created or built, or whatever he will glow and talk for hours until you wish you never asked.




The more I read, the more I am finding things that I can even apply to my own self.  I like solitude, I prefer it even.   I don't make friends easily, I don't understand a lot of the social things going on around me.  I don't understand why family members don't accept my friendship on facebook, what I did or said that made them so mad that they wouldn't want anything to do with me.  I said something to a former friend/coworker that was taken the wrong way, and to this day I still don't fully understand how I upset her so much that a lot of my coworkers don't like me.   Apparently what I said was so upsetting, but I don't understand WHY? It wasn't meant to come out like that.  I've apologized over and over, but nothing.. So another friendship bites the dust (We have talked some since, and it appears to be worked out between her and I).  Past relationships, I remember one of my ex's telling me there was something wrong with my way of thinking, that i'm crazy and I'll probably end up alone.  I figured it was just another form of abuse, but what if some part of my thinking process is really not the same as everyone elses?   I have zero social skills, I've always considered myself a extreme introvert.  It doesn't occur to me to keep up with people the way that I should, I don't initiate stuff, and most of the time I have to be told, hey, call this person for this reason, unless I have a alert on my phone reminding me that this event is coming up.  I get really anxious when something new happens, a new place a new party, a gathering where I meet someone new.  If I ever met my boyfriends family all together, I swear I'm going to have a panic attack the entire way there and just typing what I have makes my stomach hurt.  I don't like confrontation, if someone is yelling at me, or upset at me, I retreat to another room, usually with a book, I withdraw and need my space, and to be alone.  As a teen I was always aware that I never quit fit in, I faked it a lot, and I pushed myself.  I didn't think working in the public would be my thing, so I got a job at Publix.  Faking it is was easy for me, and since Publix, every job I've had is with the public, I force myself out there so now I am good at what I do, I may not have meaningful conversations with my patient, but if I put myself out there and say more than hi to someone, I can usually get through it pretty easy.  If I'm honest with myself, I question how I do what I do, and so well.  I think a lot of the speech therapy I had as a kid, the therapy I went through in school for my hearing impairment helped me learn facial expressions and things, that made me better socially, I really think that, and I think if stephen has all of that, he is going to thrive too.   I also have sensory weirdnesses, I can't stand the feel of a lot of things, from lace to the roof of a car to a soft fuzzy blanket, if my skin gets dry, especially on my leg, I can't stand the feel of it so much that it hurts.  My whole life I have fiddled with the edge of pillowcases, my pillowcases are so warn down and threadbare from fiddling, that I think it's part of my stim process, it's how I relax, how I calm down, I know when im stressed, or upset, i grab a pillow, if a pillow isn't around, them hem of my clothes get it.  If I am not fiddling with something, usually im scratching at my scalp.  You know I'm upset or something is going on if im scratching my scalp, or picking at it.   A stim is basically like rocking or flapping (those are typical stims) neither stephen nor I do that, his relaxation is retreating to his mind, in a quiet space..mine is fiddling or picking.    I can't communicate well in person, face to face.  If someone asked me to talk about this in person, I wouldn't be able to do it, I communicate better by writing, blogs, texts, emails, usually this is the way to go in talking to me. 


My reading can be considered a passion.  A normal person wouldn't read 500 books a year, with the intense hyperfocus that I have, where I will get emotionally angry at whatever interruption was going on to make me stop reading.  One of the books I read was so awful, it was written by an Aspergirl, but one paragraph just resonated with me so much.  here it is:


Is that not me or what?  cause I have done, and still do it all the time.  my life depends on me finishing this book I'm reading..RIGHT NOW.  It's painful to stop reading.


A diagnosis for me isn't life changing, there is no need, I am 35, I am who I am.  I'm aware that I will never fit in, I'll never have a best friend to go do girl things with, I'm always going to be this awkward person that says or does things to annoy people, and people won't like me.  I don't understand it, but it is what it is.  I can't change me, and a diagnosis doesn't make me different.  But maybe it will help others understand me a little bit better.




I've read a lot of books lately on Aspergers, and each one of them I was able to take something in it, and think about how Stephen is as a person, and apply it to him, and it was like connecting a puzzle.  Some of it I was like, but that can't be right, is this the right diagnosis?  Stephen isn't anything like that at ALL.  I have learned that every Asperger's person is different.  That's why they call it a Autism Spectrum, he's on the spectrum for autism but he is extremely high functioning.  He might not be like the autistic kid you know from down the road, because he's not, his brain is made just for him.  My son is perfect to me.  Hopefully he is perfect to you too.






If you made it this far, thanks for reading.  Everything I said isn't perfect, or an exact science, maybe I read too much into some of the things he does or says, but I'm still learning, I'm looking at my son with new eyes, taking what I know and fitting it with what I'm learning.  When I read back on what I've connected together, it's amazing that I didn't see it before, but I never really knew much about any of it.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Mi vida loca

How can so much change happen in so little period of time? Sometimes I remember this blog and come look at it, and realize hoy cow, i just wrote this last blog months ago, but it feels like years!

Since November..

I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and ptsd from my last relationship. Have to get my mood settled then go to outpatient therapy. Still working on that one.

My best friend moved in with me after an awful breakup. We both ventured into the relationship scene, she jumped into something and then suddenly..I had another roommate, and like something out of a jerry springer episode, he was gone. And already I feel a weight has been lifted.

We're looking to move again, some place bigger. I think that neither one of us are quite ready for relationships. So hopefully that won't be an issue. I'm not sure where we will go, or whatever, hopefully the next chapter will be way better than the last few months.

My dating life has consisted of dating, nothing serious. I do like one person, a lot, who also has a super busy schedule, so more often than not, I get stood up. Then a few sweet words later in all, aww. So who knows if the stars will ever align.

I have to go now, I'm hoping to write more often,now that I realize there's an app for my phone