It's still Autism Awareness Month, or Autism Awareness Day, ten days later.
We hear most about the Autism Moms and how fierce their advocacy is, which is great and to be commended.
We occasionally hear the same about Autism Dads. Once in awhile.
We never, ever hear about the Autism Step-parent.
The person who knowingly gets into a situation of absolute crazy.
The person who raises a child that is not his/her own as their own, even with the uncertainty, challenges and evil looks from the child.
The person who cleans up teenage shit, stays up into the wee hours and more.
The person who also tolerates the energetic singing at all hours day and night.
I have one of these amazing people in my life and I cannot thank her enough.
I also know two other guys in this situation. Tim and Terry, cheers!
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Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Friday, September 16, 2016
Failure to thrive
Traveled last weekend and came back with a sickness that has been kicking my ass this week. All the humidity on Long Island combined with going into air conditioning and not enough (never enough) rest added up to something nasty taking hold on my system.
Did get some things sorted about with my Aunt's estate. I now have the rest of her pictures and went though my Father's pictures and did some scanning. A lot of memories went by, good and bad ones. Did end up driving on the LIE during afternoon rush hour to see my Sister in LIC. Nice neighborhood, with a cool view a few blocks from her apartment.
Driving was tiring. Put over 1,500 miles on the car, and it performed wonderfully. Still, it was a long trip in a shot amount of time. That, and my son's annual IEP meeting always adds up to additional sadness and inadequacy as a parent. The meeting went well enough, his Mother had concerns about the amount of a therapy he was to receive, which made sense to me. That my son is attending a new school and they're still getting to know him adds more to the uncertainty. He does seem to be doing well there. We were very concerned about how he would take the transition to a new school and pickup and exchange between his Mother and I, but that has not been a problem. Which is a very good thing.
Called an accountant today, we're meeting next week to talk about finances. This is a first.
Week two of my NFL hiatus is in full effect. Weird getting messages during the game and comments directed to me the next morning about what happened the night before. I do not know the specifics, I see the headlines, but do not know how the Bills are sucking.
Now, back to trying to rest or avoid writing.
Did get some things sorted about with my Aunt's estate. I now have the rest of her pictures and went though my Father's pictures and did some scanning. A lot of memories went by, good and bad ones. Did end up driving on the LIE during afternoon rush hour to see my Sister in LIC. Nice neighborhood, with a cool view a few blocks from her apartment.
Driving was tiring. Put over 1,500 miles on the car, and it performed wonderfully. Still, it was a long trip in a shot amount of time. That, and my son's annual IEP meeting always adds up to additional sadness and inadequacy as a parent. The meeting went well enough, his Mother had concerns about the amount of a therapy he was to receive, which made sense to me. That my son is attending a new school and they're still getting to know him adds more to the uncertainty. He does seem to be doing well there. We were very concerned about how he would take the transition to a new school and pickup and exchange between his Mother and I, but that has not been a problem. Which is a very good thing.
Called an accountant today, we're meeting next week to talk about finances. This is a first.
Week two of my NFL hiatus is in full effect. Weird getting messages during the game and comments directed to me the next morning about what happened the night before. I do not know the specifics, I see the headlines, but do not know how the Bills are sucking.
Now, back to trying to rest or avoid writing.
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