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Ten Minutes for Mom
I called my doctor last Monday morning and got his answering machine. Most people who don’t have urgent care near them and aren’t sick enough for the emergency room wait with scrapes and sniffles and coughs over the weekend to see their primary care doctor on Monday. So I wasn’t surprised I had to leave…
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Really Nice Weekend
Tim was struggling with his voices last week. Last Monday he got agitated over something seemingly small, and put his hands around a therapist’s neck as if to strangle them. He was about to grip when they said he crumpled to the floor, sobbing, hands on his head, complaining that they won’t go away. His…
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Constantly Trying to Remember That We’re Not Alone
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Guest Blog for CABF: Letting Stuff Go
My parents were with us over the holidays. It was a nice time – they live in Arizona and us in Chicago, so we haven’t had the ability to spend the holidays together in five years. My parents understand Tim’s condition well and do a great job of understanding how to handle his moods and idiosyncracies,…
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Tim’s Story – My Guest Blog on Our Journey Through Life
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Missed
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WTF, or Transitory Irritation
So, Tim’s caseworker emails that she wants to have a family session by phone to talk about what happened the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I know, I’m repeating myself, but that’s where today’s freak out (on my part) starts. I set up a time with her for tomorrow, and off-handledly mentioned in my email that they…
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Paranoia
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Gratitude
These are the railroad tracks that run behind the high school my children attend. That’s Graham Clarke under the sheet. Graham was 17 years old, literally a week from starting his senior year of high school to hang with friends, play lacrosse, and graduate on to his adult life. Read the rest at CABF’s website.
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Mom FAIL
I am THE worst mom in the whole freakin’ world, according to the evidence. If you work in retail support, as I do, this time of year is IN – SANE. Freakishly insane. Crazy, insomnia-inducing, working 80 hours a week, never home, living on fast food, forgetting what your husband looks like and ignoring your…