Sorry its been awhile since my last post. My biggest worry over everything if Pooh would regress again. PTSD never gives me a break and reminds me in my nightmares of him not knowing who I am, his hallucinations and
I’m finally down to my last week of college for this quarter. Looks like I’ll have strong “A” in Sociology and a low “B” in World cultures. Eager to get a little break and get into some projects done around the house. Heard
This weekend was pretty full for the kids and myself. Pooh did well asking for his medication with verifying his name and birthday. He lost focus and tried to reach over the counter and hug the clerk. She seemed terrified at first
Labor Day weekend had some mixed emotions. My daughter, Jenny went to first rock concert with her karate instructor. While we were waiting, my son, saw my estranged daughter coming out of her home. It was sad to see her, as she
That first day back to school, was the most stressful day in my life. I wasn’t even planning on returning to work. It seemed easier to think, Bill’s best interest was to be schooled at home. But was it his best interest or more what I wanted?
It’s been like that all my life I guess. Domestic Violence survivor, homeless, being estranged from your own children, as well as being a parent of children who have diagnoses. That one came as a blow to the stomach and