Sometime around mid-February, I began to worry about my daughter’s kindergarten graduation. Would she run out of the room because our last name starts with a W and waiting in line is too much for her? I imagined her crying, yelling, and storming off the stage. Would she become the center of negative attention andContinue reading “COVID-19 Didn’t Ruin Our Kindergarten Graduation”
Ally didn’t sleep last night and was wide awake for nearly 24 hours straight. This has never happened. Ever. We started Zoloft four days ago, 10mg at night. She has been kind, alert, and happy since. But is insomnia going to be a thing now? After four tries at putting her in her room, inContinue reading “Up all night”
As we approach Ally’s 6th birthday this Spring, we also approach 3 years since her official diagnoses. It was a June morning and we spent hours in a room with her Developmental Pediatrician. She was the third specialist on our journey, our third opinion. And while all three doctors along the way didn’t say thatContinue reading “Autism Awareness Day, 2020, During COVID-19 Quarantine”
For the past two years, I have been walking around and patting myself on the back. We successfully changed behaviors in therapy. We overcame adversities. And aggression. And I told people about it. But almost immediately after I share our successes with others or think I have found the light at the end of thisContinue reading “Today was a bad day”
It is 2020 and we are arresting little girls and locking kids in closets at school because we expect them to behave, and to be two academic years ahead of where we were as kids. The United States is educated as a society but still, mental health and social-emotional development are threatened with pressures andContinue reading “Arresting Kindergarten Girls is Not the Answer”
But for our family, there are no vacations and trips as we juggle to pay full-time babysitters and take separate weeks off from work just to get by.
I dusted myself off and got back up to fight for my kid. To give her the life she deserves. The life I have to fight for her to have because being sad about it isn’t the answer for me.
I do my part in helping my child succeed at school but there comes a point where I get stuck—when there is nothing more I can do. Socialization is it for us.
And I remembered everything without ever taking notes.
I stayed up late and didn’t worry about the next day. Or the future.
I never worried about money or saving all of my sick time to use for someone other than myself.