My story has always been that I don’t like the taste, but now that I know I’m autistic, as well as, well…when I say a diagnosis, it is a symbol that triggers the opening of a mental room and the characters of me that live in those rooms. I have not been officially diagnosed withContinue reading “The main reason I stopped drinking at 27”
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I haven’t slept yet.
When I was 6, my sister was traumatized by a clown at the birthday party I shared with my one year old brother, just before we moved away from California to Little Rock, AR, where I remember having one friend I used to walk around the military housing with, in ’87. Then we moved notContinue reading “I haven’t slept yet.”
My Dragonkin Friend and an Adventure in the Park
When Aiden was six, a friend of mine was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She called me to ask me to help her with her autistic children. I had no idea I was autistic too, which is hysterical to me now. One afternoon her 8 year old missed the bus, and I had to take hisContinue reading “My Dragonkin Friend and an Adventure in the Park”
A New Voice In My Head Emerged This Morning.
Her name is Sheila and her favorite color is amethyst. I tried to type this story up earlier, and had my husband read it. He got it, and I deleted it instead of publishing it because seven planets are in retrograde and my butt chakra hurts, or some shit. I don’t know. What I doContinue reading “A New Voice In My Head Emerged This Morning.”
My State of Mind Today
Halfway through 2023
Our little Stitch turned 6 yesterday. We celebrated by playing with him, watching Curious George as a family on the couch. He likes chocolate chip cookies, so I got a giant one as his cake. He licked all the icing off, and is saving the cookies for some unknown future time they may taste better,Continue reading “Halfway through 2023”
I’m tired of fighting with my sister.
If my sister trusted me, I could just tell her my perspective and she could compare it with hers and ask questions to clear up any disparity. My best friend said she trusted me because we have so much good history, and this is the first time I have lashed out at her, ever. AndContinue reading “I’m tired of fighting with my sister.”
On Jan 6, 1985 My Father Shot My Mother and Today…
…today I’m reading about the parents of the survivors of the Uvalde massacre, while my children play outside. https://www.cnn.com/2023/05/21/us/uvalde-one-year-on-moms-watch-breach-videos-tws/index.html The article is hard, but the images are only of survivors. In 1985, my father had a handgun his older sister sold to him, when she encouraged him to shoot his much younger wife for cheatingContinue reading “On Jan 6, 1985 My Father Shot My Mother and Today…”
In exploring my family history, I better understand myself.
As it turns out, my aunt had to work when her big sister went into labor with me. My grandmother attended my mother in the hospital. She and my mother have both passed now. My grandmother married a dairy farmer in the late 50s in Maryland. Mom was their first child, followed by twins twoContinue reading “In exploring my family history, I better understand myself.”
Gentle Discipline and the PTSD Demon
2020 was a monstrous year for this mommy. I couldn’t stop screaming at the kids. I couldn’t calm down. I couldn’t pause and think. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t stop crying. I lost 160 pounds in eight months, and my psychiatrist didn’t notice…but that’s a rant for another day. In that stateContinue reading “Gentle Discipline and the PTSD Demon”
Adventures of an Earthborn Alien 