Although summer isn’t officially here yet, it feels like it has arrived. The humidity where we live in Maine has hit around 80% and I’m just about dying. If it weren’t for the beauty of the untouched trees here I would find some excuse to find some place else to live. Seriously.
I’m reaching a point where I can feel myself physically getting tired, but unable to slow myself down enough to get more sleep. I laid down for a nap today and didn’t get a wink. My brain won’t stop and it’s nothing truly coherent per se. It’s more along the lines of internal dialogue similar to the din of a restaurant.
Watching my daily word count decline is discouraging. I knew this year would be different from last year because I vowed that I would avoid triggering hypomania in myself this time around. But now I’m worried I won’t hit the NaNo goal of 50k in time, never mind my personal goal of 60k.
I came across this article awhile back and found it interesting.
I failed to fill out the mood tracker chart this week but I can say I’ve been in good spirits despite being busy and feeling like my sleep has been wonky.
I feel like crap. Have been for the last few days – kind of like the flu type deal, but I know that isn’t what it is. I’ve had no energy and by afternoon I feel pretty dead. It sucks.
And just when I think things can’t suck anymore than they already do, I get a phone call from the school telling me that Little Bear needs to stay home from school during the two field days coming up next week. Continue reading “The Sucking of It All in Life Right Now”
I know I have been horribly absent. I’ve blown off my mood tracker completely. I haven’t even been writing as of late. A post from me is long over due. What better way to pop in than to post good news from the events of yesterday? Continue reading “Little Bear has an IEP!”
I went in Monday for the parent meeting to go over the eval. It was hard. The woman was slow getting to the point. She beat around the bush and hemmed and hawed the entire way through. She interviewed me AGAIN. Asking me questions that should have been covered already in the reports from the school and our hospital. Made me feel like she hadn’t read any of it – but she had and she was making sure. She was reluctant to tell me her findings. Continue reading “Little Bear’s Neuropsych Eval”
My second son was diagnosed with Autism at 18 months old. He was non-verbal back then and I was told to not expect him to ever speak. I was told to look into teaching him other forms of communication. Without hesitation I chose American Sign Language because I have an aunt that was born deaf and I felt it would bring our family closer together. Many of us have already learned the language to converse with and include her when we see her at family reunions. The best part: she was delighted with my choice. My fluency in the language remains very broken. And a miracle occurred in our family: my Autistic son began speaking basic words in Kindergarten.
Continue reading “The Value of Building and Using Visual Charts”