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 Here’s the thing: in the beginning, everyone is lost and alone. No matter how a person goes from being parent to parent of a child with disabilities, in the beginning the world turns itself ass-end-up. Whenever the news comes or the realization dawns—during pregnancy, immediately or shortly after birth or adoption, or later—there is . . . → Read More: In the Beginning Carter has been at his private school for kids with special needs for a year now. One year without threats to send my husband and me to truancy court in spite of letters from multiple doctors documenting the medical causes of those absences. One year during which Carter’s teachers have called us every time . . . → Read More: One Year My whole family showed up for Carter’s holiday performance at school last Friday. We like to arrive en masse and scare people with our numbers and our ability to make noise. Not really, but no matter our intentions we’re the loudest people wherever we go. In any case, we arrived at noon and the . . . → Read More: Joy, Seasoned with Anger Carter and I have enjoyed some time out of time – two weeks of puttering, chatting, playing, and watching an unhealthy amount of Little House on the Prairie. We stuck with LHOTP DVDs because the mid-term election campaign ads on TV leave me with the desire to run around to all the campaign headquarters . . . → Read More: Sad and Broken The daytime temperatures here are still stretching into the nineties. We’re weeks away from shutting down the cooler, two months (at least) from firing up the furnace. Yet there is a hint of fall in the air. The nights are cool; some of the leaves have begun to turn. The children have all gone . . . → Read More: Smells Like Hope Do you know what’s making me very happy right now? Newspapers and television and magazines have backed off on the headlines that say, American Children are Overmedicated by Selfish Parents for Their Own Convenience and American Childhood Is on a Highway to Hell and We Are All Doomed Because Parents Are Lazy and Have . . . → Read More: A Steady Diet of Drano and Gravel Holy ultra-serious blogeration, Batman! Let’s take it down a notch or nine, shall we? Because in spite of all the intensity I have expressed here recently, life is damn good right now. “Damn good” is, of course, subjective. My damn good is not the same as yours (well, for a few of you it’s . . . → Read More: A Little of This, A Little of That, and My Inauspicious Writerly Beginnings Advice? I’ve had my fill of the stuff. We parents of kids with emotional and behavioral differences are like advice repositories, the place where people dump all their fears and their conviction that anything (everything!) can be cured with a simple twist of behavior or diet. In general? I don’t like advice. However, there . . . → Read More: Navigating the Storm I went to Carter’s end-of-the-school-year awards luncheon last week and it put me in a thoughtful mood. This year has been one for the record books. I expect we’ll look back on it as the period during which we lost our emotional virginity. Interestingly, while Carter is probably more obviously unwell than he was . . . → Read More: Tears and Triumph – Mostly Tears, Though For the first time ever, Carter’s hallucinations caught the attention of his teachers and fellow students. Typically, two things happen to prevent this. First, the more actively occupied he is in some specific activity, the less likely he is to hallucinate. At school, where he is busy, the little guys don’t bother him much. . . . → Read More: The Little Guys Go to School  |
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