I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a while. I have no grandiose dreams of being the top disabilities blog out there. HA! I’m so very bad at routines, this will likely be far more hit and miss blogging after the newness wears off.
It’s more about me. I struggle with this life. My son, who will be known as “D” here, has autism, ADHD, chronic constipation necessitating a cecostomy, dyscalculia, dysgraphia and many, many other co-occurring diagnosis. My daughter, known as “R” here, has dyslexia, dysgraphia, ADHD and a conduct disorder that may just be the result of REALLY stubborn ancestors (who will remain anonymous). My husband works in law enforcement and is in the Army National Guard. Therefore, he can be gone a lot. We’ve been blessed for the last several years that he hasn’t had to deploy anywhere, but there are still extended training’s with both jobs that require him to be gone for long periods of time. I don’t tell you all this so you’ll pity me, but so you’ll understand where I’m coming from. I’ve been trying to climb out of a mental hole I’ve been in for the last 9 months or so. My son’s ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) therapist has been holding me responsible for doing things for me, so that I can better deal with the challenges he presents. (If you stick around, and I continue to write, I’m sure you’ll learn much more about that soon.) I’ve always loved to write but I haven’t done much of that in recent years and I think perhaps this will be good therapy for me. Perhaps along the way I can encourage another Mom, Dad, Grandparent or Sibling out there to just try to live through today (or maybe the next 5 minutes) and not worry about tomorrow right now.