The kids and I snuck up to our new home over the weekend. It secured everything seeing the workers there building steps for the children. It gave a little reality that I bought a home, it was an exciting nervous.
This week gave me a little glimmer of hope for my kids. Pooh had therapy, to my amazement he spoke again in his words the trauma he experienced when he was in middle school. The therapist worked her magic with comforting words. Honestly,
My new obstacle I had this week had to do with my daughter Jenny. She seemed to take a few steps back on the self-harming. I got a call from her school saying they saw a few marks on her
We had the autism walk last week, and yesterday was the Special Olympics. My anxiety was at a high thinking about last year, when he couldn’t do too much of anything. The lost look on his face not knowing who
I have to vent, I’m sorry. My plan was to talk about some awesome things Pooh has done this past week but when the person who you looked to as a supporter, drops the ball on you for divorce. The more
Everything that happened to Jenny and Pooh was hard. I felt like a battled soldier, bruised and beaten but winning the war was a sense of accomplishment knowing my kids are going to be okay. That may be part of
One of the teachers I work with asked me if I was ready for summer break. That’s when I realized its been a year since Poohs unexplained regression, so in reality, I have worked straight through. I feel more exhausted mentally, and that’s the worst
It felt like a very long week since my last post. I tried to get myself psyched to go to work as well as getting Pooh (that’s his nickname at home) ready for school. His cue from me was, “Friday, we have one more day.” And that’s