I’m putting on my anxiety armor and heading to another convention! It’s been a while, but it’s going to be great. I’ve come a long way since last year and I’m super excited about all the workshops and panels I’ll be participating in at Rustycon. It’s perfect timing considering that Uniforms of the Fleet is now…
I sacrifice my weekends, nights and sleep schedule to make a little extra money for bills. I give up my time, spending most of my day at a park in order to put my child in an awesome program.
My choice to become stay-at-home parent was not entirely a a choice.
Autism and ADHD. My son has them both. And gets treated for both. In ways that are apparently controversial.
Over the past several years, I’ve become part of a very special community, quite literally. I’m still finding my way, but I’m learning the ropes of being a Special Needs parent.
This sounds horrible. Why would you grieve for a child who is a living and loving an part of your life right here and now?
But it’s true. I grieve every time I realize that things I thought he would be able to do are just not attainable. It seems selfish, I know. It’s not his fault, I should be able to accept him for who he is and be happy for all he can do and all the things that he is so very good at.
Reality isn’t that easy or perfect.
I was thrilled at first, called my husband and let him know that we’d get to stay in a really nice hotel and our son would be having an extra special birthday since we were throwing his party that morning.
Then the guilt set in. I felt like I was taking advantage, that maybe we didn’t deserve this.