This week me time may sound a little crazy. But it was an adventure to say the least. I was in one of those moods where things were bothering me more than usual. Obsessed with needing answers. And questioning if I’m doing anything right in this world.
I got an idea from my daughter watching, “Physic Twins” to see a medium and found one in our town. Her building was on a highway back from the main road. She seemed very nice to offer me a good deal since I’ve never been to one before. And she had me a good hour, and I could ask whatever I wanted.
When she started off by saying my first real love was the kid’s father, and I never really got over it, I broke down. Mind you I said nothing to her about my life and gave her no hints to come up with it on her own. She continued to talk about what I’ve been through and was very accurate
She made me laugh when she spoke of my current husband and said, “I can’t fix stupid” and I need to keep doing what I’ve been doing for the sake of the kids. That’s what’s important now.
I continued to listen her accurate information about me and what will happen next in my life. Whether It happens or not It gave me a little peace knowing the kids are going to be okay.
Pooh has Trauma therapy, and I got the doctor way off track and brought her some things I put together. She smiled when I showed her the visual cook book I was making for Pooh; then offered some light suggestions. She even enjoyed my social stories and schedules I found. My build a burger activity seemed to be a hit.
She always ended things to give me something to think about. One subject in particular that I am an excellent resource to help other families. I’ve often said if I could help others from going through road blocks like I have been a parent to a child with autism. It wasn’t all in vain.
When I went to see my other counselor, she agreed, and we got off track to figure out something I can do to give back to the community. Something to give everything in my life a purpose or meaning. I just wasn’t sure what that was.
The kids and I made it to the pool again for alittlle R and R. Appointments were alittlle heavy this week so we all looked forward to it.
While I was in the pool guiding Pooh around, I look at his smiling face. Then I felt that depression was hitting me hard and feeling sorry for myself. A woman approached me at the right time and said, “You are so awesome with your son, God Bless you.” Just what I needed. Something to help me smile.