Category: Just Keep Swimming
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“You’re Okay. You’re Okay. You’re Okay.”
Mother’s Day 2016 I woke up this morning at the LA Zoo with my daughter, the 10 other girls in her Brownie troop, and 3 other mothers. We had a troop sleepover at the zoo on Saturday night. Not a traditional start to a Mother’s Day, but even with a body sore from sleeping on…
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If Anybody Needs Me, I’ll Be Right Here (But please don’t need me)
Thursday is my Friday – and this was a doozy of a day. Earlier in the week I wrote about The “Name” I Don’t Want to See on Caller ID. Today the school popped up on my caller ID, as I was in a meeting with a table full of people, and this time it was (a…
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The “Name” I Don’t Want to See on Caller ID
My cell phone rang a couple of hours ago. I glanced down to see who was calling, and felt a pit in my stomach when I saw the call was from my kids’ school. In the past the first thought would have been, “I wonder which one of them is sick.” Today my first thought…
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Ripping Off The Bandaid
These are the lessons I have learned since deciding rip off the bandaid to share both my son’s diagnoses, and our family’s journey, with the world. A “label” isn’t always a bad thing – We spent a long time not wanting to “label” our son, and therefore were not straightforward with him, ourselves or others. This came from a…
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The Kindness of Strangers
Friday was my birthday and we took a family trip to Universal Studios. Given the extreme anxiety and panic attacks our son has been experiencing recently, we knew chances were high for him to experience some level of difficulty during the day. We also knew this was something he really wanted to do, so we…
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My Birthday Wish
Today is my birthday. I have always loved birthdays – mine and other peoples. I love celebrating a day that is unique to an individual. I’ve even been known to declare “birthday month” or “birthday week” as justification for doing something special ahead of an actual birthday. This year my birthday kind of snuck up…
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Cheers!
That memory popped up in my personal Facebook feed this morning… The therapist I referred to in this post a year ago was the brilliant speech language pathologist, who spent the next 9 months doing amazing work to close Owen’s expressive language deficit. She’s also the one who referred us to our current psychologist, who…
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Hope (& Prozac) for the Journey
Last Thursday, we were here. And we were scared and lost and looking for even a glimmer of hope. Today, my husband and I were back at the psychiatrist’s office to discuss his thoughts on diagnosis and treatment. We didn’t actually find out anything we hadn’t already been told or suspected. His diagnosis was confirmation of autism spectrum…
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Awkward Waiting Room Moments
The waiting room at my son’s psychologist was particularly full this afternoon. I don’t tend to feel like chatting (hello introvert) while I am waiting for his appointment to be over, so while I was aware that several people had come in while we sat there I didn’t actually make eye contact with any…
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That First Step is Steep
It’s been a little over 24 hours since I took a took that first step of faith and hit publish on the Facebook page that made this blog public to my family, friends, and the world. In that time almost 1500 people have read my thoughts and taken a peek inside our journey. Even more important…
We're All A Little Broken 