It’s been over a month of silence here and for that I apologize. There’s been a lot going on, but not the kind of stuff that merits a whole post – so perhaps one post with a lot of little things will have to do – hence the title “hodgepodge.”
My 13 year old autistic daughter had her yearly IEP (Individual Education Plan) meeting a few weeks ago and she’s doing brilliantly. She started in a new program back in September and has really flourished. She’s doing so well, in fact, that she’s going to “graduate” from occupational therapy this coming September. It was kind of a shock when her occupational therapist suggested it, but it seems the right thing to do. The tasks she struggles with are not the kind that they help with at school (like maneuvering her bra clasp). Most of O.T. in the school setting is focused on handwriting, and she has become a pro. Her O.T. has known her for years and we had the chance to reminisce about the days when we wondered if she would EVER write. The breakthrough for her came with cursive. When her teachers introduced that she took to it like a fish to water. She no longer had to struggle with lifting up and putting down the pencil with each letter – it’s like cursive was made just for her. Anyway… in September her twice-weekly O.T. sessions will end, and the O.T. will do monthly check-ins with her teacher just to make sure she isn’t regressing in any way. Great job!
Sweet sixteen is continuing her dream of wanting to be a professional wrestler. I had hoped this was a passing phase, but it doesn’t look like it. How I, as a peace-loving and generally gentle soul, ended up with a daughter who loves to fight and punch and throw people around I don’t know (ok, maybe I have a clue or two, but that’s for another post). Our children are their own people, that’s for sure. I spend a lot of time taking her to training (wrestling, jiu jitsu & MMA) and trying to understand her need for violence (albeit controlled, “acceptable” violence).
My nine year old son is getting into Minecraft. I’ve written that he likes to play with dolls and that this makes him feel very insecure since he doesn’t want his friends to know. Even at nine he’s aware of gender pressures, which is sad. But Minecraft is generally a boy thing, so at least now he’ll have something in common with some of the other boys at school, since he also isn’t very athletic.
I don’t generally write about my husband since he’s a really private person, but I will share that pressure at work has been exceptionally high lately and money has been a huge concern, so he’s been EXTREMELY stressed and unhappy. That’s about all I can write, although I wish I could share more because it would be therapeutic for me – but out of respect for him I need to just stop here.
As for me? My husband’s stress has been rubbing off. I mean, how can you see someone you love struggle and not be stressed about it? I’ve also continued to have problems with my fibroids (I have two whoppers in my uterus) – almost constant discomfort, although not what I would call “pain.” About six years ago I had lost all my baby weight and ran almost everyday and felt really great about my body. Since this fibroid/menopause junk started about three years ago running is uncomfortable – even sitting still can be uncomfortable – and I’ve gained all that weight back. I’m tired of it and I’ve had enough. I had my yearly check-up with the gynecologist last week and go for a pelvic ultrasound next week to check on the fibroids. I also have my yearly check up with my primary doctor coming up and will discuss things with her too. I’m trying to formulate a course of treatment since it seems like my body is taking its bloody time with menopause (pun intended). I’ll fill you in when I develop a plan.
With all that’s going on I’m surprised I’m in a generally good place psychologically, even with the stress of my husband’s situation and my physical health. I’ve been off my psychiatric medication for a year now, and other than the bad day or bad week which is part of LIFE, I’ve been steady. I am VIGILANT in monitoring myself though – how I’m eating, how I’m sleeping, how much I laugh, how much I cry, my attitude towards the tasks of daily living etc…
Can’t take care of anyone else if I’m not taking care of myself. That’s true for all of us. I hope you all are taking care of yourselves.
What have you been up to?