People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

In the Beginning

Forest at Dusk

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

Where To Go from Here

Oh, hello, world. I guess you’re all still here. I’ve been hiding in my house, decluttering and nesting and repairing various appliances and vehicles.

What the hell is up with that, anyway? It’s like everything mechanical is conspiring against us. I think the refrigerator is the ring leader: Hey, hold it together! Don’t break; . . . → Read More: Where To Go from Here

Let me sum up.

I’m trying to find new therapists – a clinical psychologist for myself and a family therapist for Jacob, Abbie, and me to see together. I hate making the calls.

The calls to find a family therapist are easy enough. Teenagers and difficult relationships go together like Rep. John Boehner and public weeping so I . . . → Read More: Let me sum up.

Sad About That

On our way home from his therapy appointment today, Carter and I stopped at a red light at the bottom of a freeway off-ramp. Since freeway on-and-off-ramps are popular spots for panhandling, neither of us was surprised to see a young man there. His jacket and pants were grime encrusted; his face and hands . . . → Read More: Sad About That

Oprah Takes On Pediatric Mental Illness

If you live in an age of social media, and if the most powerful woman in television does a show about something you are experiencing in your own life, you will get a nice, long look at exactly what the world thinks of you.

Which is…….shall we say…….enlightening.

Oprah featured Zach, a young boy . . . → Read More: Oprah Takes On Pediatric Mental Illness

Another Day, Another Go-Round With a Judgmental Asshat

After you’ve faced the same bullshit judgment dozens of times, it’s hard to get too worked up about it, but sometimes I manage it anyhow. I mean really, I expect people to be uninformed because you can’t know what you don’t know. But health care providers are, you know, supposed to know about health . . . → Read More: Another Day, Another Go-Round With a Judgmental Asshat

Do Unto Others

Years ago, I volunteered in the mental health clinic at Healthcare for the Homeless. At that time, the clinic was located in a crumbling, barely habitable house near downtown Albuquerque. The place was uncomfortably warm year-round, which magnified the smell of the place by a factor of ten, at least.

The odor of that . . . → Read More: Do Unto Others

Disposable Boy

When I met Sarah* last winter, her 14 year old son Logan had already been in therapeutic foster care (TFC) for almost 6 months. Our support group for parents of children with mood disorders has been a life-changing source of support for Brian and me, but sometimes, witnessing the chaos and pain in the . . . → Read More: Disposable Boy

A Steady Diet of Drano and Gravel

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

Disposable People

When I was barely pregnant with Jacob, my friend Rachel had a baby, a little girl named Gabrielle. A lovely, tiny thing with a shock of black hair I was compelled to pet whenever I held her, she was Rachel’s first baby.

Six weeks later, SIDS, that terrible night thief of babies, stole Gabrielle . . . → Read More: Disposable People

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