It’s Mommy’s Turn for a Little Therapy!

ABA Therapy, Speech Therapy, Occupational Therapy, Physical Therapy… my life is engulfed in therapy… and none of it is for me!

Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy... I have a two year old who enjoys making me feel inferior (even speaks to me in a patronizing tone on occasion *LOL*), and a six year old with classic nonverbal autism who, I swear, thinks every day is a new test to “see how well mommy really knows me and can figure out what I want.” 

I’d like to say thank you to each and every one of you for being my personal counselors!  This blog may not seem like much to you, but it means a lot to me.  Often times, special needs parents (and parents in general) just need a sounding board… and outlet, if you will.  For my entire life, writing has been a passion of mine; a way to escape; express emotion; or gain closure.  Hell, one time my way of telling off an elderly fellow for being mean to Olin in a restaurant came in written format and was personally delivered to his table!  If you are reading this and you are also a special needs parent, you can most likely relate to me.  I find myself reading so many blog posts by other parents, and I find myself thinking that’s me in someone else’s body!!!!!

I started reading blogs and realized that so many parents felt just like me (who knew?!).  Reading those blogs helped me feel like someone else gets it… even if that person doesn’t know me, they still GET IT.  I feel like you (yes, you reading this) and I have a bond.  Even if you don’t know me, you’re listening to my stories.  You are curious about my life, and how it may compare to yours.  It you’re a special needs parent, I hope you feel a sense of camaraderie here.  And even if you’re not, I hope you feel inspired to continue to practice and teach your own children empathy and understanding.  It’s not easy to explain to someone the sounds of frustration coming from my boy when he’s having an especially difficult time showing me what he wants; or the sounds of happiness when he’s discovered some feathers to throw and watch float through the air; or the combination of glee (she’s such a fantastic sister!) and longing I feel while watching my little baby girl help her big brother get his shoes on.

I figured I would give blogging a shot, and the response from my friends and family has been overwhelming!  I feel so empowered… I feel like I’m making a difference, even if it may be small (for now).  I prefer blogging to therapy because my “counselor” actually WANTS to hear my thoughts, you are not being paid to listen - not that I’m discounting therapy or counseling in any way, shape, or form… it’s just never been for me.  I enjoy sharing my stories with you and giving you a peek into my not-so-mundane life.