Originally posted on thecandidpickle:
Inside the house the air conditioning was turned up to full, but he still woke up without a shirt. “I am not going to school,”mumbled Caleb. “I’ve got a headache.” When you have Asperger’s you wake up every morning, day after day to the same thing. “Ssshh”, he said. “Can…
Asperger’s has affected our family so profoundly that it feels like our souls have been removed and replaced by an individuality that has separated us from each other. As a family we strive to be connected to each other. It feels as if we are all seeking direction, answers and values from each other but…
Inside the house the air conditioning was turned up to full, but he still woke up without a shirt. “I am not going to school,”mumbled Caleb. “I’ve got a headache.” When you have Asperger’s you wake up every morning, day after day to the same thing. “Ssshh”, he said. “Can you hear it?” “Just…
In a small, cold, office with the blinds open enough for me to see people going about their lunch routine, the doctor came in and boldly announced….you have Lupus. Lupus or any chronic illness can bring about an array of emotions that can occur in any order and lasts until God gives you the courage…
What do the children see? A shaggy blonde boy with dirty fingernails and huge bright blue eyes smiling as he is making a hotdog. The T.V is yelling in the background over a group of other children. He deflects this screaming and runs out to join his friends who are waiting outside to play. Children…
There was an old man with a vast art collection. It grew year after year with van Gogh, Picasso, Matisse, and Monet. He loved collecting art and loved the beauty it brought into his home. After his son became old enough to engage in his father’s work he began collecting also.…
Have you ever googled you name? It gets a little scary. Oh yes….a lot of those Facebook images and some of the ones you forgot about are sitting right there with those lovely starlets whose name you are lucky enough to have a piece of. There they are in their galligaskins (fancy word for leather leggings)…
Well I want to talk today about a pillow epilogue. We all privately talk about it in our quiet haven but it usually does not become a source of theatrical agony. We had a friend staying with us for a few nights. He took one of the boys rooms and so a jolt of anguish…
SORRY: Not for the weak at heart I feel alone. My head holds a conversation that only allows me to absorb the mocking cackle but does not allow me to defend myself. I cannot release the pressure and the pain is unbearable. I find myself on the verge of an explosion. Who do I talk…
Monsters. The funny thing about monsters is that no one can see them. They become a part of your soul and they can see inside every aspect of your life. Or, are they you? A personality trait that can bound to you with hurtful words and an anger so enraged your body shakes and brings…
I sit here again in the house surrounded by the hum of the TV. I struggle to decide what I want to do. I am all alone again with my thoughts and they are not moving in a good direction. I am angry and so everything that pops into my head is twisted…
If someone would have told me when I became a mother I would have to raise two autistic boys through their prime emotional advancements by myself I would have said ok, I am up for the challenge. I have never had a problem with the hard things of life. I fought through illnesses of my…
We live in a gingerbread town that is a bed of activity for couples and families. Streets are lined with sidewalks and old red oaks. Crape myrtles become the headliner for festivals. No amount of cotton candy or warm summer breezes could erase what had become wrought in our quiet quaint house. Behind closed doors…
I always looked at a diagnosis of ASD as a collision course of physical and mental torture. A child that would live a life of loneliness and entrapment. His emotional responses would diminish. He will not have a passion for fun and anger will consume him. My son has a shy, childlike quality. He has a gift…
Everyday I would wake early and race through my workday always following the same routine. In time I slowly began to wake up later and later. I became very comfortable and settled. I built a house and social life around my arrogant success. As time went by, I continued the same routine.…
