Category: Autism

Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

“If someone you love hurts you, cry a river, build a bridge and get over it.” An anonymous quote, but I could hug the person who said it.  Actually, I’d like to smack them first and then hug them.  Misery does love it some company, and a broken heart hurts like the dickens, but eventually I’d see the light, agree with them and move on.  Getting over things has been the melody my life has been set to and it’s […]

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“You can’t help that, we’re all mad here.” – Cheshire Cat

A couple of weekends ago I took my cat to the emergency animal center after she became extremely ill on a Sunday.  History has shown that my entire family is wired to never take ill during banker’s hours (M-F 9-5 with a narrow window on Sat.) and apparently, the cat is no different.   The late night technician examined my cat and asked whether or not I brushed the cat’s teeth.  Hello, animal doctor veterinarian lady?!  We are talking about […]

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Junior High Lessons x 2

Junior high.  A time in life where a young person learns a lot of things.  Vitally important things, as a rule.  My son, who is enrolled in the autism special education unit at his junior high school has learned two very important lessons so far this year.  Well, we both have actually.   Lesson #1   Pacing for a full week around the first week of February, my son kept muttering about bullies, day-after-day with no definitive details to speak […]

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The old gray mare ain’t … gray anymore.

After spending three years letting the universe be my colorist, the colorist who chose white, gray and nearly black for my head – sort of like morning-after campfire hair.  Kingsford Charcoal, I could’ve been a great spokeswoman, but that’s all changed.  On Saturday, my real stylist waved a magic wand (a goo application brush, at any rate) and turned my mane into the glossy coppery-brown of a sorrel (aka chestnut horse).  These descriptions all sounds very outdoorsy for a woman […]

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Autism = Evolution

Whenever I say those words out loud it turns more than a few heads in the room and raises eyebrows.  Before you raise yours in my general direction, you should know I’ve put a lot of thought into it, as it’s not a subject I take lightly – as I am the mother of a 13 year old son who was diagnosed with autism in 2000 – just hear me out.    For the past decade, our family has lived […]

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Readin’, Writin’ & Pestilence

Here, in the high desert of Southern California, the kids are officially back-to-school.  Eight days so far, to be exact, and while I’m happy (happy-happy) to have everyone on a schedule again, I am not looking forward to some of the high anxiety that school can bring.  I don’t mean the “he stole my lunch money” or “they made fun of my shoes” kind of problems.  I mean epic scary, Crypt Keeper kind of situations. I’ll explain. For the last three years, my […]

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What do you mean, “There’s no RECESS in junior high?”

My 12 year old autistic son and I went to the meeting for junior high matriculation and while I asked all the questions of the administrative staff, he sat there as still and as quiet as I have ever seen him.  At meeting's end, the kind teacher with the soft eyes looked at him and said, "Well, young man — do you have any questions for us?"  Without batting an eye he blurted out, "Yeah.  What time is recess?"  We […]

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