Sometimes, I don’t feel so great. I feel as though I don’t play any role, significant or otherwise, in anyone’s life, even my children’s. I know it’s not true judging by how happy both my children are when they see me and how upset my little M gets when I leave for work. Even P … Continue reading What’s the opposite of jolly?
We’ve started Dog Therapy. We’re now three sessions in. Athens Therapy Dogs is a relatively new group (began in February of 2016) based here in Athens and works mainly with children and adults on the spectrum, the vision impaired and in general, people with different capabilities. The whole principle is that dogs provide relief and … Continue reading Meet Branca.
I have to say that he’s not always up for being cuddled by Maria. He’s not always in the mood to be kissed and hugged and treated like a baby which Maria loves to always do. She cannot be in the same room with him and not kiss him and give him hugs. Especially when … Continue reading And then I think how blessed we are
My boy. I love him so much. When he’s happy, I’m ecstatic. When he’s ecstatic, I’m on cloud nine. And what makes him so very happy you may ask? That’s easy! Gravel, sand, grass, dirt, pebbles. Anything he can dig his hands into, roll around in his palms, and occassionally place on his head (that’s … Continue reading The important thing is that he’s happy.
High-functioning, low-functioning, medium-functioning. Severely autistic, mildly autistic. Verbal, non-verbal. Hand-flapping, wiggling mess. All I know is that P is gulping air still and producing lots of gas, burping, vomiting, and now he’s got a fever too. And not the type of fever that mellows him but the kind that makes him chant like a Native-American … Continue reading Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what type of ASD you’re gonna get.
As cheesy it may sound to some, and a bit of a cliche, I ran the 5k at this year’s Athens Half Marathon for my ASD son. I sure did! And I’m going to run in every single other marathon, or race, in Athens from now on, again for my son. That feeling of accomplishment, … Continue reading Did I run for my son? I sure did!!
I know I’ve been sort of down lately, and worrying a whole lot about P and his bloated tummy, and my being broke and little Maria’s christening coming up and me wanting to be able to have everything I have in mind and being good at my job, and everything really! It’s been sort of … Continue reading We have it good, you know. Others, not so much.