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No Resolutions
It’s January First, and while my day is consumed by football (Go Packers!), Bloody Marys, and hanging out with friends and family, I did commit to January NaBloPoMo with BlogHer. Today’s post is about resolutions. I don’t make them. To me, they’re sort of like giving things up for Lent. It’s unrealistic to let a…
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Schadenfreude
A mom in a support group I belong to posted recently asking for help to try and figure out why her son might be experiencing depression and listlessness after a long period of stability. She was perplexed because, after spending time in a residential program over a year ago, he’d done well in school, graduated,…
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An Interview With Tim
Why don’t you introduce yourself?Hi, my name’s Tim. I’m 17 years old. I have voice issues in my head. Schizoaffective. I can’t pronounce that word. What do you mean, “voice issues?” Like, voices in my head. What do they say to you?To beat people up. Run away. Do they ever say anything nice?No. Can you hear…
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Pitiful?
I’ve heard and read a lot of accounts lately from parents and caregivers about other adults either giving unsolicited parenting advice or making crass comments about special needs kids when they are having a difficult time in public. I’ve got to be honest – this is one of the biggest reasons I built a ‘moat’…
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Growing In To It
Two years, three months, and 11 days ago, we sent our son away. We didn’t want to, and we did. It had been 11 years since Tim’s first diagnosis. Over those years there were 12 hospitalizations, 27 different med combinations, seven therapeutic day schools, one suicide attempt, six broken doors, nine different doctors, and a…