Month: August 2016

Behavior Modification: A Primer

Dutch and I are done letting autism decide everything in our lives. This means we aren’t kowtowing to the demands of rigid people who deplore change and who lash out in anxiety when things are different than the vision in their mind. It also means there has been a lot of screaming this weekend (theirs, not mine). It’s really easy…

Welcoming Change

The first week of school has now finished. It’s a big week, with establishing routines and readjusting everyone’s sleep schedule, including my own. I took a giant nap this afternoon before the bus delivered Charlie and Jack home. The kind of nap where it takes you a good fifteen minutes to fully drag yourself back awake, and where you hair is…

Flesh and Bone

I have stayed away from Facebook for a few days, even deleting the app from my phone, because reasons. And you know, it’s been nice. I never thought I would say this, but I am saying it: “I DO NOT MISS IT.” I’m keeping it cozy with Instagram, where things are mainly happy and kind, lovingly filtered and easy to process.…

Waning August, Tiny Letters

Dear Me, I know it’s been a great summer with the Sodalicious cookies and the salt and vinegar chips. But get a grip, missy. Back away slowly from the super delicious junk food.   Dear Me, I’m proud of you for staying calm in the grocery store parking lot when Truman lost his marbles over shoes and ice water and…

V Day

Today was the sort of day where I repeatedly thought to myself, “This is a great day. A really good day. The kind of day I wish could happen all the time, because NORMAL. And basically successful.” This was not a vacation day, mind you. I was not at the beach or the pool or in Europe or at a…

Nineteen Years Later

I. Yesterday was our nineteenth anniversary. It felt two parts lovely to be married to my Jeff and look at my lovely children and go to church. It felt four parts sheer lameness as we cleaned up the sheetrock from the holes Jack has bashed in the walls of his bedroom and the insulation he pulled from the holes. Before church, Jack dragged the fan…

Tabitha

It was a different experience at the psychiatrist’s office this week. The neuropsychiatric clinic has moved from the squat, dark 1970’s building with the unfortunate carpeting and the rabbit-warren offices to the spanking new top floor of a building downtown. Everything is light-filled, modern, and perfect. Where there were once ancient toys in the moldering waiting room, now there are iPads built into a glossy…