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Is It June Yet?
I am so ready for this month to be over. It’s been quite a May so far for the family. It started out with a happy change – I switched jobs. I left a major retailer and went to work for a smaller company with better culture, better career opportunities, and better benefits, albeit with…
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Turn And Face The Strain
There are plenty of quizzes on the interwebs that illustrate the stress that change can cause. Even the most well-adjusted person can be jarred by enough upheaval. Even happy events cause stress. I changed jobs recently. And while I’m thrilled to be with a company where I have more opportunity and a better culture, I’ve…
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What a Riot
I remember April 29, 1992. I was newly married, new mom, sitting at home from work with a 103 degree fever when the verdicts came in around 3 PM on Wednesday, April 29. I sat on my couch in Southern LA County drinking ginger ale and popping tylenol like M&Ms when the news broke in…
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Time Is (Not) On My Side
96 days. That‘s how many days I have left until Tim turns 18. That’s how many days in a row I’ll be freaking out as we try and get things set up for the arbitrary change over from him being considered a child to being considered and adult. I didn’t freak out like this when…
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Advocating for Personal Space
It’s defined as, “the variable and subjective distance at which one person feels comfortable talking to another.” When it comes to a child with a mental illness, getting others – particularly grown ups – to understand the importance of personal space is often a cause of great anxiety. For my son, it is frequently a…
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Four Years To Screw Her Up…
She said I could post her picture.I write a lot about my son Tim and his mental illness. 99.9% of my blog posts focus on him because one, he knows about my blog and thinks it’s “cool,” two, he’s fine with me using his name and picture, and three, his condition, childhood onset schizophrenia, is…
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Enough Said
Courtesy of / created by my friend Marian. Amen.
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The Wheels On The Bus…Are Coming Off
Tom and I just got home from six hours at the psychiatric hospital. Not with our son, Tim, who I often write about in this blog, but with our daughter. We adopted two of our three children – Tim and our daughter (‘The Girl’, I call her on my blog, as she prefers I not…