Video Blog of a 10 Year Old Girl with Aspergers Syndrome

March 10th, 2012

So just last week my daughter Evie told me that she would like to start doing a video blog and posting to YouTube. She loves YouTube and really enjoys watching cute pet videos, arts and craft instruction videos, science related videos, etc. Being that Evie has Aspergers Syndrome, I decided that this just might be a great outlet for her. I mean she can’t really talk to people because there is way too much anxiety involved in conversing with people she doesn’t know but here is she with the desire to publish videos that perhaps hundreds, thousands, and even millions of people may view. That was astonishing to me. You see she isn’t shy. She has Aspergers and there is a difference between the two. She has no problem with people seeing her picture, even pictures where she is being goofy. She has no problem telling people how she feels. She has a problem with face to face interactions. The face to face communication is more difficult because it involves other people asking questions or putting her on the spot or using sarcasm, perhaps telling a joke that she doesn’t get. All of these things cause her anxiety to skyrocket. I mean what if she answers incorrectly or someone says something she doesn’t get? Those are really the fearful questions she asks herself.

So after I set up her channel so that I could manage it and manage the comments for her since she is after all only 10, she started immediately on her video blogging. Her first blog video being about having Aspergers and what it is like. I think she articulated well for being 10 years old. Part of what I think helps her even though she doesn’t speak to other children and rarely becomes involved in communication outside the family is the fact that I have 5 children and we are mostly outgoing and talkative people. She has grown up with lots of communication if not “over-communication”. I often use my lectures as discipline since most of the time after having to sit for 15 minutes and listen to me discuss the consequences of actions… my children typically beg to be dismissed promising that they will do better in the future. I always close my lectures with.. “And what could you being doing right now if you hadn’t done “such and such”?” That gets them every time. But honestly, having a family that talks a lot is probably the best environment for her. Even though she may not be much of a talker… I notice that in her videos she phrases things a lot like the rest of us. She picks up on our sarcasm and our facial expressions. She once told me “Mom, when you guys tell jokes that I don’t get or use sarcasm that I don’t get, I’ve learned to just laugh when you do.”

So her first blog was a success. She felt happy about putting it out there and was excited to see others visit and comment and like her videos. She indicated that it would be cool if she could help other kids that just got diagnosed or help people understand what she has. One of her biggest pet peeves is when someone thinks she just needs to be forced to interact or taught social skills. When we attempted to put her in social skills class it was a huge ordeal and she refused to ever go back. She insisted that the class was teaching them to “fake” a personality and she has already been “faking” for a long time which is why she said it took so long (9 years) to figure out she had Aspergers. She says she is very good at faking.

So within a few days she had completed 4 videos. Then I started realizing that I was one of her biggest fans. I find it interesting that I spend all day with her every day now that she is doing “online school” but I still don’t really hear her talk like she does on her videos. She won’t let me watch the videos when she is around and I can’t be anywhere near them when she is making them. But oddly enough, I feel like by watching them, I’m getting to know her better.

Another benefit to the videos is perhaps with her therapist. She just closes down when we take her to therapy, often looking off into the distance and rarely sharing unless we say something she disagrees with and then there is a defensive comment or two and then if she gets irritated enough, she’ll just shut her eyes and escape into her own little world. Well perhaps now, the therapist can view the videos to see how she is feeling or what she thinks. This might very well be a benefit. Also, I notice that I can sort of link the type of day she is having or her “mood” to the way her video turns out. For instance, the first 3 videos she was very calm and focused. She seemed to be thinking clearly. Those days were also good days when it came to interacting with the family, complying with rules, and eating. The fourth video was a bit different. She was spinning in a chair and couldn’t sit still, she flipped her hair and moved about, she had difficulty concentrating on what she was saying and went off on a couple tangents. This video day coincided with a similar mood when interacting with the family. She had issues with her sister and problems with me looking at her because she felt I was staring at her. She was moody and irritated and easily frustrated. Perhaps the topics she chooses to speak about also coincide with her moods. The “off” day was the video about “hating parties”, where the “good” day was the day she posted more “positive” topics. I guess all of this would be true of any person with or without Aspergers but for me as her mother I feel that it is a good way of “tracking” her moods and behavior, and possibly a way to reach her and help her find out what is bothering her on those days.

All in all, I think the video blogs were a good idea. I think she will help other parents with perhaps younger children or children her age so they know what to expect if they are newly diagnosed. Of course keeping in mind that each child with Aspergers is different, just as neuro-typical children are different.

If you would like to watch Evie’s channel, you can view it below:
Just a Girl with Aspergers

A Perfect Relationship

February 21st, 2012

Ok so the title is a bit misleading. Or is it? Is there a perfect relationship? The only way to know is to first identify the term “Perfect” because it can mean different things to different people. It’s really not that deep of a topic but it’s one that often comes up in conversations with my friends. The other day I had a discussion/friendly debate with a friend regarding my relationship with my husband. Now during the course of the conversation, I brought up the fact that I do not fight with my husband. That comment right there almost started a fight between my friend and I. This friend who will remain nameless is a guy so maybe there are two different prospectives between male and female but the debate began to ensue regarding whether it is “healthy” or “unhealthy” to be in a relationship where there are no fights or where people agree on everything.

This was the first indication that we each had a different definition of the word “fight”. Surely he didn’t think that my husband and I agree on everything? I mean I’m sure I wanted to pain the room a color he didn’t like before, or maybe I preferred to eat seafood for dinner when he wanted bbq. We have some minor disagreements and we compromise when that happens. We also enjoy engaging in friendly debate, but no one ever gets mad during these debates. When I say we don’t fight, I mean we don’t get in heated arguments where I’m “angry” or he’s “angry” with me. We don’t yell at each other and we never call each other names. There is no need for any of that. Why? Because we agree on all the major things. And I believe that in the event a new “Major” point arrives that we have not discussed (if there are any after 14 years together), due to the fact that we agree on the basic principles that guide us through life, we would likely agree on any new major points that arise. If and when there are minor disagreements, it’s very easy to agree to disagree. Neither of us feel the need to convince or change the others ideas on likes or dislikes. After all, I married him because I liked his differences. If I tried to make him more like me, I’d eventually be married to me. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I could live with another “me”.

My friend felt that it was “unhealthy” to “not fight”. I believe he based this assumption on the fact that it is not healthy to keep things bottled up inside. The difference is, we don’t keep things bottled up. We share everything. We just agree on 99% of everything we discuss and the 1% that we don’t agree on is never worth fighting over. I decided to sit down with a pen and paper and try to figure out why couples fight and/or why we don’t.

These are a few of the things I came up with:

1) Many couples fight about money. Why we don’t: It is true that having too little money for either bills, entertainment, vacation, school, or basic needs has to be the most frustrating things and can cause a lot of stress on a marriage. But when there isn’t enough money to go around.. this is the one time you need to pull together as a couple. Because both of you have to work on strategies to either get more money or pay off debt or make the money go further. This is the one time you really need to “talk” and not fight. Fighting is a useless thing in this circumstance because nothing comes of it but typically accusations. This is why we never fight over money. We put our heads together and we come up with ideas to fix it so we have more of it or need less of it.

2) Many couples fight about sex. Either she wants less and he wants more or vice versa. I guess we don’t fight about this because we are a perfect match for each other. We are perfectly satisfied in this area. There are always times during a relationship where one partner is down either physically, mentally, and emotionally and it takes skill to make sure and keep your sex life alive. This is another time it doesn’t make sense to fight. If you scream and yell because you aren’t getting what you want, you likely will continue to not get what you want. There are so many creative ways to bring the romance back into your life if you see it slipping away.

3) Many couples fight about parenting. This is the one are I will say we NEVER disagree. I’m not saying we don’t do things and then later in the privacy of our own room we may discuss how a situation turned out and how we might handle it better in the future. Or there are sometimes that maybe one of us gives a stricter punishment than may have been deserved and after discussing it privately together, we may find ourselves talking to the kid that did the deed and explaining that “Mom and Dad decided that.. blah blah”. I think that before you marry someone it’s extremely important to agree on your parenting style long before you become parents. I mean we don’t spank EVER, but we definitely discipline. For me it would have been a deal breaker if my boyfriend insisted that he would spank his children. That is just me.. so why would I have continued a relationship with someone who I disagree with when it comes to raising my kids?

Ok.. but before I go any further, I was searching and I found a radio station who put together a list of real reasons couples fight. So the 3 listed above are pretty major subjects and I guess the reality is that most couples fight over stupid things. So I decided to dissect this list.

1. Stubble in the sink: First off… we each have our on sink and I married a clean freak.. so I never have this argument.

2. Dirty marks in the toilet: Really? People fight over this? Come on.. get a good toilet bowl cleaner or a maid for God’s sake. But once again, I married a clean freak. :) We both do our share of cleaning up after ourselves.. and I really like my bathrooms clean.

3. Flicking TV channels: This one was easy, we have multiple tv’s in the house. It is also a mutual respect thing.. if he enjoys flipping channels and I don’t I’ll leave the room and do something else and vice versa. Ha.. but we compromised.. he likes watching tv in bed but I don’t.. so he rubs my feet while he watches his favorite show.. I get a foot rub and fall asleep and he can watch tv as late as he wants. :) Works like a charm.

4. Not replacing the toilet roll: Why fight over this? Get toilet paper storage for your bathroom. If you sit down and realize that the roll is not installed.. how hard is it to do it yourself? There you go.. eliminates all future arguments. You want something done.. do it yourself … no sense in arguing about it.

5. Leaving the seat up: Hmmm never been a problem in my house. Guess I just married a good guy.

6. Leaving lights on: I do this all the time.. I’m guilty. Walt reminds me forever and I try to remember. :) But why would we fight over this? Why would he yell or get upset? Doesn’t make sense to fight.

7. Leaving dirty cups around the house: We both are guilty of leaving them on our nightstand (water glasses) and when I see that i have several, I take mine and his to the kitchen. He does the same thing. Once again.. fight? Seriously?

8. Leaving wet towels on the floor/bed: Guess not an issue. I do all the laundry in the house by choice, so don’t really care where the laundry is left. I gather it up daily and wash it. No reason to fight. Neither of us are stupid enough to put a wet towel on the bed or the carpet.

9. Hoarding stuff: We both do this and make fun of each other for our individual hoarding habits. But the main part of the house is clutter free. I have my domain and he has his. My art room is a hoarders dream and he may not understand why I have what I have but respects it and likes that I’m happy. The 3rd car garage is his domain. I cannot begin to tell you how many boxes of computer parts, robot parts, or model train parts that he has. I don’t care.. it’s his domain. :) As long as we both keep the hoarding from spilling over into the common areas.. all is well. Once again no reason to fight.

10. Not flushing the toilet: Never happens. Even my kids don’t do this.

Bottom line I think that the main reasons people fight is “Poor communication”. People who don’t “talk” but are quick to “react” are more likely to become heated when in conversations or when situations arise. With us.. we really do talk about everything. When and if we disagree, we act like adults and discuss the reasons why we each feel the way we do. Then we compromise. We find a solution that we are both happy with. It’s not difficult and for me it’s almost effortless. But that is because I’m in the perfect relationship. We aren’t perfect.. but the relationship works perfectly. :)

I think that it’s possible to search hard enough to find that right person and then to date long enough to know that he/she is the person that you are so compatible with that there are no reasons to fight, and to know that if ever there is a time you disagree, that you are both mature enough to have a non-accusatory, non-combative conversation that leads to compromise.

Now before you all attack me.. I know that this might still seem impossible to you and maybe unrealistic. I’m not saying that you can’t stay happily married to remain in a committed relationship with someone you fight with. I just know that I’ve been in that type of relationship and I don’t miss it a bit. Maybe it works out for you but for me.. I’m a lover, not a fighter. I’m just saying not to be so quick to say that a non-fighting relationship is unhealthy or impossible. :)

A New Year.. A New Chance

January 5th, 2012





Well I made it.. I survived 2011! I survived, but not without battle scars. Looking back over my entire life I realize that prior to 2011 there has never been a time period that I have endured so much pain, both physical and emotional, or a time that I have had so much mental, spiritual, and personal growth all in the same year.

When I entered 2011 I rushed into the year feeling brave, strong, and full of life, energy and hope. But by the end it had knocked me off my feet (literally), sucked my strength and drained me of my energy. But true to myself, I didn’t let it take my final breath. I tried to fight back but by the end I decided it was best to just ride the wave right into the new year. This year, on New Years Eve, I didn’t celebrate, there were no New Years resolutions, I didn’t even count down the hours.. I just quietly sat and waited for the clock to tick and the calendar to move to the next page.

2011 was not my year. In 2011, I listened to my sister and stood by her helplessly as she began a long recovery from repressed memories of childhood abuse at the hands of my own father. I struggled through family drama that left my husband and I practically “disowned” by relatives. I cried with one of my daughters when she miscarried her first pregnancy, I watched my other daughter and son-in-law hold my newborn grandson as he died in their arms. I ran my first half marathon and literally broke both my legs and tore a muscle and spent the last portion of the year in a wheelchair. I’m happy to see 2011 go.

Yes I’ve discovered my father was not a good person and that my family has dark secrets, but I’ve become closer to my sister than ever and realize how important she is to me. Yes my daughter miscarried, but I stayed strong for her and she is pregnant again expecting in June 2012. Yes I lost my grandson.. but I also watched his birth and I touched and held him and he was beautiful and I am a better person for having even spent a minute with him. And now my grandson baby Marc will have a baby brother or sister in August 2012. Yes I broke myself running my half marathon, but I ran it and I finished it in 3 hours and 45 minutes even with broken body parts. I can actually say I ran a half marathon, 13.1 miles! How many people can say that? Yes I had ups and downs with extended family members but being “unfriended” or “disowned” actually had it benefits. My life is more peaceful and I’ve learned that some people are in your life for just a season and when the season is up, it’s time for them to go. Those that you need in your life tend to stick around and those that bring drama and sadness to your life, you have to let them go.

We are now 5 days into 2012. There is a solemn feeling of survival and I’m starting to feel a spark of determination return to me. My spirit has not been totally crushed but I won’t lie.. 2011 was painful and it put me in my place. I know now how fragile life is, how necessary friends and family are, and how weak my physical body is. But on the flip side, I learned how precious life is even when it is very short. I learned how I can stand on my own even when family fail to support me, and I learned that my body heals and that I can still take control of what is left of my life even when it’s been broken in little pieces. So instead of dwelling on the negative things that happened in 2011, the only thing I know how to do is to take the pieces and try to make sense of them. In order to go on and move forward I must find some sort of learning experience or growth in the trauma that I was dealt in the last 12 months. Some of the pain in 2011 will always remain and I can’t just “get over” it. But I can use that discovery and pain to shape the person I become in 2012. Please 2012, be nice to me.

Injury From My Frst Half Marathon

December 11th, 2011




This year has been a crazy one to say the least. It started out wonderful.. my oldest daughter was due to give birth in the summer to my first grandchild, my kids were happy and healthy, and my marriage was wonderful (still is). But come halfway through the year my life took a drastic change of course and it hasn’t stopped yet. My grandson was born on July 5, 2011 and due to an umbilical cord accident we lost him only a couple hours after his birth. Needless to say the next few months were filled with extreme grief.. dealing with my own loss and watching my daughter grieve for hers was and still is the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life.

In August, my daughter informed me that she was going to run the San Antonio, Rock n’ Roll marathon (half), in November. She had run the same half marathon in 2010 when she was only 6 weeks pregnant with baby Marc. She asked if I wanted to run. She didn’t have to twist my arm.. I am one of those people who feels that I can do anything I set my mind to. I often do not recognize my own limitations. I’m an A type personality and I am very positive and outgoing. If at any moment, I feared I couldn’t do it.. it would be just enough to push me to prove that I could. Even though I hadn’t been regularly running, I had been walking and riding my bike so I figured I’d step it up a bit and it would be a breeze.. it’s only 13.1 miles right? I have always had bad knees and only 4 years ago my doctor wanted to do surgery because patellar tracking disorder. I refused that surgery then because I was convinced if I exercised the muscles around the kneecap that I could fix the problem without surgery. The exercise, including karate helped a lot over the next few years to the point my knees didn’t bother that much anymore. But for this race, I decided to wear a brace on my right knee just in case, since it had been my problem knee throughout the years.

Well for the first month and a half, training went well. I worked myself up to running 4 miles on the treadmill quite easily. Even though I have been diagnosed with exercise induced SVT, I wore my heart monitor and watched my heart rate and was able to keep it under 200 the full run. I was feeling pretty confident that 9 more miles would be easy. But October came along and my work load with my job began to increase and I was working 50 to 60 hours a week and with 2 daughters at home and a house to run my training slacked off. Before I knew it.. November had arrived.

I wasn’t about to not run. I figured it was only running. What was the worst that could happen? I’d be extremely sore and exhausted. I never really factored in any possibility of injury. That was my “she-woman” approach to life. Everyone else gets hurt.. not me. So I went ahead with the plan. We showed up at the race Sunday morning, November 13, 2011. I was super hyped! There was a lot going on. Super long lines, people stretching, adrenaline was at a maximum. I knew I could do this and was eager to start.

The race started off great. I had a lot of adrenaline. I was planning to pace myself and had no intentions of breaking any records, just wanted to finish in under 4 hours. Should be easy right? I think early on about mile 3 or 4 I got a second wind and felt that I should pick up my pace and use the adrenaline to get me ahead. That was my “impatient” streak kicking in. So I broke lose from my husband and daughter and ran ahead. I think honestly this might have been my single most greatest mistake of the day. I was ahead of them for a mile or two and I believe between mile 5 and 6 is where I felt a sharp pain in my left hip. At this point I really didn’t know what happened. It felt a little like i pulled a muscle but then the cramping set in so I thought maybe it was just cramping and sore. I slowed down and went to a very light job and it got worse and worse until my husband and daughter actually caught up. I told them I was injured but it was only pain and I was going to continue. About a mile further, my right knee started hurting and by mile 9 my entire lower body was in excrutiating pain. I wanted to stop and crawl into an ambulance but then my A type personality would kick in and I’d say “NO – My daughter just lost her baby and she is doing this.. no pain is worse than that.. I can do this, it’s only pain.. blah, blah.” And my body had no choice but to follow the lead of my stubborn brain.

I kept going but was reduced to a hobble and the last couple miles were like 21 minute miles. At the very end, I literally limped or hobbled over the finish line. I was in so much pain that I didn’t realize I actually had finished and I kept asking my husband if we were done yet. In his defense, he tried to make me stop several times. Nothing was stopping me unless I collapsed or a bone were to stick out of my leg. I was going to suffer whatever pain I needed to endure to get to the finish line. I made it in 3 hours and 44 minutes even with injuries. I had succeeded. But what had I done to my body? I knew something was wrong.. as time went on my pain increased and I couldn’t get relief from just sitting and taking Advil. The next morning I went to see my orthopedic doctor. I complained about my hip because I felt that it was my worst injury and I didn’t want to seem like a hypochondriac by asking for MRI’s of my total lower body. Not to mention, we have a $10k deductible and each MRI is like $350 out of pocket. The MRI of my hip showed a torn sartroius muscle and lots of hemorrhaging and swelling of the soft tissue around the gluts. I was told to keep all weight off my left leg for up to 9 weeks. I guess all people heal at different rates so he couldn’t give me an exact date. So after getting crutches, I went home and had to put most of the weight on my right leg. After a week, my right leg was in excrutiating pain especially at night. So I decided I had to go back to the doc. Turns out my pain tolerance is pretty high because the MRI of my right leg showed that I had fractured my tibia plateau and torn the meniscus along with other soft tissue damage. So then I was put in a wheelchair with orders to stay completely off the right leg. So bathroom and in and out of cars meant I use the left leg. This ended up causing the same symptoms on the left leg in addition I’ve been having numbness of my feet and tingling on the bottom of my feet. So back to the MRI I go.. for a lower back scan to rule out disc injuries. In the meantime, doc tells me that it is very likely that my left tibia plateau is fractured so I’m to be wheelchair bound for a few months.

By now I’m realizing how broken I really am. I’m also realizing that I’m not 22 anymore. I just turned 44 on November the 29th. I’m realizing that no matter how stubborn I am, or how positive, or how mentally prepared, NOTHING substitutes good training and “time to train”. My body is not as capable of overcoming what my mind tells it is possible. It has limitations. I’m not sure whether being broken is bringing me down more, or whether it’s the pain of recognizing that I can’t do anything I set my mind to.. not without injury.. not without proper training. So now I’m broke. I’m healing but slowly. Do I feel good about finishing the race? YES!!! Would I do it again? Well that depends.. knowing what I know now.. I’d have never run the race without proper training, but I would have done it in the end. Would I finish the race after I felt the initial pain? Well if I knew my leg was broken and my hip was torn… of course not!! No sane person would keep running on a broken leg. I had NO idea that I could “break” from running. Now I know. Now I can make sure and tell others.. it does’t matter how determined you are, your body can only do so much and it will break if pushed beyond it’s abilities.

I’ve learned a lot from this experience but I have not given up. I know that my mind is capable of almost anything… and that my body is not. But I know that given extreme conditions or life threatening situations.. I would be able to accomplish great things just with my brain alone for as long as my body could hold up. That accounts for a lot. It’s like the movie 127 Hours, true story.. but how many people would have the mental capability to endure such incredible pain to cut their own arm off to survive? I believe I’m one of those people. I can endure any pain for survival. Hate that I had to learn that lesson this way but I know that I am a capable person none-the-less. I’ve learned that since I’m not in survival mode, I should be more patient with my body and realize it’s limitations, train it, take care of it, and not push it so hard if I want it to last a long time.

My advice: If you are running your first half marathon, or marathon, TRAIN properly!! Don’t believe that you can do it because you are strong or you are smart or you are young. You can only do it if you train and if you don’t overtrain. Also… if you have bad knees and you know it.. stick to bikeathons or short races like 5k’s. You don’t have anything to prove, and healing from injuries is a long painful process.

To My Grandson – Marcus Alan Johnson, Jr. 2011 – 2011

November 18th, 2011

To Baby Marc…

I screamed with sheer excitement when I heard the news that you were growing inside your Mom..

With eager anticipation I spent so many hours planning the days I’d spend with you..

I was thrilled to get to be your grandma..

I collected many toys.. and clothes..

I made plans to make you custom jerseys every birthday for the rest of my life…

I even chose a perfect name for you to call me.. MiMi

I may not have carried you in my womb..

I only felt you move from the outside..

But each and every day.. my love grew more intense…

I still wondered how much we would bond..

Would I feel like you were part of me?

Would I recognize that family trait in the shape of your face?

Would I see a little of your Mommy in that twinkle in your eye?

And when the time came for your Mommy to give birth..

Once again, I squealed with excitement when your Mommy told me it was time to meet you…

I held her hand while she endured the pain of childbirth…

I wiped her forehead with a cool cloth..

Inside I felt like I was the one enduring labor…

I wanted to take the pain away from her but I knew she was strong..

I eagerly anticipated your arrival…

Your Mommy worked so hard and did such a good job..

Something went wrong.. and although I knew you were a fighter from the way you kicked your Mommy…

You couldn’t fight this fight..

And even though we lost you…

You are never far from us..

You have a special place in my heart..

A place with your name on it.. with your scent.. and with the sweet memory of your soft skin…

Your Mommy and Daddy miss you so much.. and once again..

I wanted to take that pain away…

But I know they are strong..

And they will endure..

And we will all honor your life.. and remember you forever..

We will be better parents…

We will be better people..

We will keep hoping.. and loving each other..

Mommy and Daddy will give you brothers and sisters…

And we will tell them about you and how much we loved you..

And they will grow to be better parents.. and better people..

Because of you.

I never expected to love you so much…

But you are my flesh and blood…

You will always be my first grandchild..

I will always love you..

You are in my heart forever.

 

Love…. Your MiMi… forever

My daughters blog: http://thealchemyofgrief.blogspot.com/

First a Mother

November 18th, 2011

So my persona has always been one of a very strong woman who can overcome all odds with dignity and grace. Most of the time, it’s who I think I am. But the last couple of months I feel like “life” is doing it’s best to knock me down both physically, mentally, and emotionally. Don’t get me wrong, with each push and shove I feel, I am holding my ground quite steady however, on occasion I’m litterally on the ground grasping for anything to hold on to in order to keep my balance and not fall over the edge.

I am proud to be a mother of 5 beautiful children. But each day, I’m learning first hand how every stage of motherhood has it’s challenges. I remember when my kids were little and I had babies… I thought about how I couldn’t wait till they were out of diapers and no more bottles, strollers, and car seats. I thought about how much easier life would be for all of us when we got there.

And then I remember when they were all over 5 and I couldn’t wait till the youngest were old enough to feed themselves breakfast and remember to bathe themselves and brush their own teeth without being told. I remember how I couldn’t wait for that stage because life would be so much easier for all of us. And then there were the teenage years and I couldn’t wait until they were done with the stages of arguing, believing that they knew best and once again having to be told to clean their own spaces. I longed for the day when they would be 18 and I wouldn’t have to worry as much about where they were at night or when they would be home because they would be adults.

Oh how wrong I was!!! With each passing year, I worried more, not less. No matter HOW old they got. I realize now that the connection between myself and my children is not that of a physical nature.. in that I am done when I’m done physically raising them. It’s one of an emotional, spiritual connection. It’s a bond that is not easily broken and in fact I don’t think it’s humanly possible to break that bond without some physical and mental damage to my brain first.

I walk around every single day.. going about my business, eating, working, running errands, cleaning house, making dinner.. but all of the while there is this huge piece of me that is constantly on “gaurd” so to speak. I guess I would compare it to when you have your first baby and you sleep with one eye opened. You almost never get a complete, restful, nights sleep because you are always worried or just ready at any moment to jump out of bed and care for your infant. It never goes away. I’m constantly maybe even subconciously always on that “edge” ready to jump when a child needs me. Whether it be my 10 year old in the middle of the night who wakes with a stomachache from severe anxiety, or my 12 year old who confides in me her fears of moving away, or my son who is in the Air Force who I speak to over the phone to ease our lonliness for one another, or my daughter who lives in Austin who recently lost her pregnancy and longs to have another chance, or my daughter in Fort Worth who gave birth to my beautiful grandson only to lose him shortly after birth. Each time I comfort one of my children, I feel a deeper love for them but not without a searing pain that runs deep within my heart. I feel almost so connected to them that I can actually feel their pain at the moment they experience it.

Raising children is a delight and it’s a pleasure that I would have never wanted to live without. And when the days are good they are absolutely beautiful! The laughter that we share as a family, the joy that we experience with each holiday we spend together, each birthday, each graduation, is overwhelming joyous. At those times, I think to myself.. how could I have ever chosen to have less than my 5 children? So it’s not for me to complain when I also suffer with them when they experience sadness or pain. I have to accept that love comes with great costs. Love comes with pain and there is no other way around it. If I don’t open up and love each of my children with all of my heart and soul, I can’t experience the ultimate joy of having them be a part of me. If I close up and I run away when times are bad,I can’t fully experience the power of love that a mother has for a child.

I have to hang on.. I know I do. I have to let myself feel the grief and let myself cry outloud during the painful times, but it’s so hard because I NEED to be here, not just be “here” but be “whole”, so I can continue to be the support that comes with my job.. that of being a mother… the job I totally chose, the job that I would never, ever, trade, even when I realize it is a job that comes with no vacation, no sick leave, and no insurance. But it is a job that comes with great rewards and I won’t give up.

So I’ll take those 15 minutes that are left at the end of the day or in the middle of the night and I’ll feel the pain deep in my heart and I’ll let myself cry outloud or feel sorry for myself for just those few minutes… just long enough to keep myself sane, and then I’ll wake each morning and start each day anew with hope, and love, and happiness in my heart so that I can be the place for each of my children to come home to and so I can be the safety net that they all need.

So for now.. my persona is safe. I am who I am.. I’m a Mother first, and I fully and unconditionally accept that role.

Why Accepting Asperger’s is Not Just Labeling My Child

November 18th, 2011

After we received the diagnosis of Asperger’s for our 10 year old daughter, we have been struggling to figure out just how much impact that diagnosis has on our daily lives. And in reality, the issues that we have had trying to help Evie grow up in a world that she sees differently than her peers, has not changed at all since the diagnosis. The only thing that has changed is that now we have an explanation for her behavior, her fears, her anxiety, and we have a road map to figure out the struggles that she will likely encounter throughout her life.

Having the diagnosis is not an end all or a “label” that excuses her from having to learn to cope or blend in with the world around her. For me, it’s more of a definition of her very being.. of how her brain functions, and used properly, the diagnosis will give us an avenue to provide her with the extra tools that she will need to navigate her world. The diagnosis is not an end-all, it’s what will ensure that I create a comfortable environment in which my child can adapt where she has the ability to do so, and it’s about making sure that the world around her accomodates where she doesn’t have the ability to adapt. Just like if your child was blind.. you’d make sure that she had access to braille and that there were no dangerous obstacles in her path. Perhaps you’d provide her with a seeing eye dog, but you wouldn’t throw your hands up in the air and say oh well.. this is hopeless.

For me, the diagnosis is a much needed relief because now I can research, and learn about the way she thinks and be prepared for the obstacles she may encounter. That puts me in a much better position to protect her or to help her learn to cope with and excel in spite of these obstacles.

During the process of figuring out my child, I’ve had some people refuse to accept the diagnosis and feel that doctors are just throwing around the term “Aspergers” and they fear that I’m making a mistake by accepting the diagnosis. What I would like to say to all of the sceptics, is to please remember we have had 10 years of continual issues with our daughter and we know her better than anyone. As a parent of 5 children, I have never had the need to seek counseling for a child, or consider medication, or deal with issues other than the typical stages of childhood that each of my children has outgrown. Although this is a “first” time for me, I have much experience with what is the “norm” when it comes to the way a child should or should not act or behave. So when Walt and I decided to seek outside help… it should be noted that we know when there are true issues that are beyond our ability to understand without seeking the advice of a professional.  Yes, I’ll admit, accepting that was hard to swallow. As a parent of 5 children and having successfully raised 3 of 5 to adulthood, you want to say… “I can handle anything and I know everything.” but the truth is, some things do require professional help. And I’m having to just accept that this is one of those times.

Also I’d like for others to realize that the symptoms that we have experienced are not “visible” from just meeting my daughter. She doesn’t look different, walk different, or talk different. She thinks differently.. and she feels differently.. and she reacts differently, and those are things you can’t just see when you look at her. To know her is to live with her 24 x 7. The sypmtoms that she has been struggling with, consist of 6 pages of explanations  provided to the medical doctors and hours of meeting with and working with her before coming to the conclusion that the diagnosis is Aspergers.

Also.. my daughter and I have been talking and we have decided that “Aspergers” is not a disorder.. it’s a unique way her brain functions. Looking at it that way.. we all have unique ways in which our brains function. For her, the problem only arises when others expect her to fit the “norm”. If there was no expectation of “normal” among her peers, there would be no need for a diagnosis. Life is only hard for her because we expect her to fit into society, and because we expect her to enjoy parties, to enjoy close friendships, to love to play with other kids, to be able to initiate conversations and maintatin them, to be able to understand social cues, and to adapt to small noises or distractions without affecting her concentration.

I accept that my child has Aspergers. I won’t accept that it will prevent her from having an enjoyable and successful life. My job as a mother is to make sure that I provide her with the necessary tools that enable her to have a full life. Granted, her social life may be more complicated and difficult for her, but at the same time I believe that she will excel in ways that others could only imagine. Her amazing focus and her strength and determination to succeed, will continue to carry her forward. And I intend to give her all the love and support and educate myself along the way to make sure that I am able to provide her with everything she needs.

It’s not just a label.. it’s an explanation.

Social Skills Class for my Aspergers daughter or Not?

November 18th, 2011

After  my daughter  was diagnosed with Asperger’s her life has significantly changed. I think for the better. She’s on a low dose of medication to help with the OCD and the anxiety, we pulled her out of the brick and mortar public school and she is doing well in online public school, and overall she seems much happier and more even-keeled. It’s been a lot more peaceful around the house since these big changes were made and all of us have a lot less stress.

So Tuesday evening comes along and as scheduled, we take her to her first Social Skills class. I stayed there and visited with the Mom’s and she went in with approximately 5 or 6 other girls. It was a small group and I felt confident that things would go smoothly. I peeked in a couple times and my daughter was just sitting quietly and I actually thought I saw her smiling at one point. When the class was over, she came out and grabbed my arm and almost seemed excited in a good way. She said “Come on.. lets go, I need to tell you something in the car!” So we head out and even before we get to the car she proclaims.. “That was HORRIBLE!! It was the worst thing EVER!, I hate that class, the room was dark and yuck and the kids are weird and 2 of them can’t speak right and one girl needed to wear a bra and didn’t and it was gross and I don’t want to go there again! They forced me to stand up and say something! NOTHING they can teach me in that class will EVER make me like social situations!!” Then the flood of tears and the exclamation that now she not only hates Monday’s but she hates Tuesdays.

I wasn’t sure how to react! Of course I was excited that this class might help her learn some important skills that would help her to make friends in the future. But instead she’s even more anxious and frustrated and feeling once again like we don’t like who she is and we want her to change on our behalf. I tried to explain that we merely want to help her and that one day, when she is older, she’ll need to interact with people and be able to approach perhaps a customer at her job or a teacher at the college. These social skills seem extrememly important to me. But to her, they seem like a waste of time and put there only to cause her panic and anxiety.

My daughter insists that she is perfectly content not making friends, that she does not need friends and could go a life time without meeting new people and be perfectly content. That she doesn’t need or ever want to attend birthday parties or eat food in busy lunch rooms or restaurants or socialize with a bunch of girls on the playground. The true question that I’m having a very hard time answering is this; Does she really want friends but has had so many failed attempts that she has written off the possibility of ever succeeding? OR Can she truly be happy, and lead a successful life without ever truly connecting with other people (besides her family)?

Then there are the questions of whether or not the social skills class is necessary for teaching her basic people skills or is it feasable that Walt and I can possibly teach her these skills at home? If practice makes perfect, is it possible that we can take her out to eat and help her learn to order her own food off the menu, then reward her for “speaking up” – or maybe we have her pay for her own items at a store and say thank you after she receives her change. Perhaps having her sisters friends over and including her in some of the interaction will suffice? Or maybe I can buy books and work with her to go over social skills needed in different settings. After all she made a good point, she told me that she was already good at “faking” because it took us 10 years to figure out she had Aspergers. And one of the mottos from all I’ve read for Aspergers is “Fake it until you make it.” She also sat through the entire first social skills class with the teacher being oblivious to her pain and suffering and anxiety that she described as an 8 out of 10 for the entire hour. Is that not already displaying a “social skill”? The ability to “fake” that things are ok for an entire hour when your stomach is turning and your head is hurting and you are seriously overstimulated and irritated? She did quite well considering.

So my question to other parents of Aspergers kids… what are your thoughts of what is considered “experimental” social skills classes. Can a child with Aspergers really benefit from them? And if so, would all children benefit from such classes. I am torn between the possibility that I may be helping her and the fact that at least in the short term, I’m causing her much anxiety.

Steampunk – My Latest Obsession

February 21st, 2011

So I’ve never been someone who runs out of things to do, and I have more hobbies than anyone I know. But recently when stumbling through polymer clay books, I encountered the term “Steampunk”. I was immediately attracted to the style, whether in jewelry, decorations, sculptures, furniture, etc. Perhaps because I’ve always been a science fiction fan, or maybe because I also love the Victorian era. The first thing I did was go to Wikipedia to learn all I could about “Steampunk”.

From Wikepedia: Steampunk is a sub-genre of science fiction, alternate history, and speculative fiction that came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s. It involves an era or world where steam power is still widely used—usually the 19th century and often Victorian era Britain—that incorporates prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology or futuristic innovations as Victorians may have envisioned them; in other words, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, art, etc. This technology may include such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne or real technologies like the computer but developed earlier in an alternate history.

I was so fascinated by the pieces I found in the book, that I had to start making my own. I have collected vintage jewelry for a few years now and during the “gathering” process from estate sales, antique shops, and other finds, I’ve managed to gather a lot of broken pieces of jewelry. I even had a handful of watches which were mostly dead but one of the main parts of all the steampunk accessories. Watch movements, gears, cranks, screws, lots of mechanical parts, are all popular for Steampunk jewelry. When I went through my old pieces, and purchased some new ones, sadly I quickly determined that not all watches are created equal. Quartz watches for instance are not a great source for gears. They do after-all run on batteries, so they don’t wind, which means many of the little gears are no longer necessary. The older the watch that I found, the more beautiful the movement. Some were 2 jewels, some were 7, or 17, or even 21. The more jewels the more beautiful the piece. Some had etchings in the metal, some had gold and silver parts, others were just boring with 1 jewel and smooth silver steel. Through trial and error, I learned which brands to look for. I also learned to be vague about what I wanted them for when buying them from antique stores or estates. If people know you are going to profit from something you make, the price goes up. If you are just a collector and are looking for “working” watches but “broken” will do… you’ll get great deals. :)

Now I have so many ideas, I can’t keep up with myself. I’m making futuristic weapons from old cap guns and alarm clocks, I’ve steampunked Emu eggs and created my own version of “dragon eggs” from them. I’ve created magnets and paperweights with polymer clay. I’m starting to experiment with resin as well in order to create something from the many watch crystals that I have after gutting the movements from them. I’m using the bands of the watches to create other pieces. This has truly become an obsession.

But now.. I MUST sell some of the pieces. I can’t keep making them and keep them all. So for now I’ve added a category to my Vintage Jewelry store. Later I plan to open “Steampunkit.com” to house all of my creations for show or for sell.

I absolutely LOVE this style of art and don’t think I’ll quit anytime soon. I have made a deal with all my friends and neighbors. If they supply me with at least 2 old wind up watches, I promise to make them something nice in return. My sister recently sent me a huge bag of junk jewelry, much of which I used for my creations. I would highly recommend Steampunk to anyone with a creative side who is looking for an outlet.

How to Use the iPad for Business – Is it Worth it?

July 15th, 2010




I’ve been asked multiple times to give my opinion of the iPad and whether I think it is a good idea for a business tool! For those of you who know me, you know I’m all about Apple. Of course I am only biased because the products that I use by Apple tend to blow me away. It’s not that I’m an easy sale, it’s just that Apple seems to meet my needs, over and over again. And the iPad certainly didn’t fall short. I say every day how the iPad was MADE for me! Or a person like me. That is someone who runs their own business, has an unbelievable amount of hobbies, half of which become part of the business, has a crazy busy life, and loves technology.

Some people have said that the iPad is a “laptop killer”. Well for someone like me, I’d say no way. I love my Mac Book Pro, but for those who are not necessarily using their laptop to produce things and are more using it as a tool to search the internet, save photos, connect with friends on social networking platforms, check and compose email, and possibly play a few games, the iPad is for sure a replacement for those people.

As for “Business Applications” – is the iPad a useful business tool and does it qualify as a good business investment. Well for me I would say absolutely YES. But you need to think about how and what you want to do with the iPad and how it will fit into your business goals. Now, I’ve tried to think of a business that can’t use the iPad and I am having a hard time coming up with one. There are applications for everything! Even the chicken farmer could use the iPad, to keep track of his hens or to document expenses, to keep a calendar of when the chicks will hatch, who knows, maybe a hundred other things!

For me, my businesses consist of lots of demonstrations. I use the iPad to demonstrate websites I’ve created, also for slideshow demonstrations for new users of applications we design. The hd graphics are amazing and photos look beautiful. I recently met a couple who are real estate agents and they purchased the iPad to show clients potential homes for sale. What a great idea! One of the many benefits is the speed of startup on the iPad. You pull it out and within seconds you have it opened to the app or webpage that you need to share with a client. Also, it stays cool and has an unbelievable battery capability. I leave mine on all day in sleep mode so I can just open it at anytime of the day without startup! As if the few seconds to startup is not fast enough. I love the accessibility and also the size. It’s easy to carry in my purse, no extra laptop bag or briefcase. I just drop it in an “InCase” soft cover protector and drop it into my deep purse and it’s easy to pull out for anything.

There are apps to demonstrate charts, apps for displaying slideshows that actually will integrate well with PowerPoint, there are apps to connect to other websites, the list is too long to even start mentioning the many Business applications available. I even use my laptop as my virtual terminal. Yes my merchant account has the terminal on a webpage so I could use my laptop but now it’s even easier to pull out and take a deposit or payment from a customer.

Now, along with my husband the software engineer, I have come up with SO many ideas for apps that would help me in my business as well as others that we’ve started the process of designing apps for our business as well as for our business customers. It’s almost daily that I think of a perfect app that has yet to be created! The iPad keeps me thinking and keeps me extremely organized in my business and in my personal life. It’s a conversation starter as well which has helped me to promote my book or my business. I’ve often had people approach me at a doctors office or a grocery store, or even a park, asking questions about my iPad. How convenient for the business owner with a product to promote…. a new customer that comes to you! I immediately share how much I love my iPad and then explain how either 1) I am a web designer and the iPad helps me with my business, or 2) I recently published a book and now am publishing it for Kindle which is available as an app for the iPad – either are perfect conversation starters to introduce my business, my book, or even one of the many other online businesses that I run. I currently also run a gift basket store, a baby store, and a vintage jewelry store and having the iPad has made it extremely easy to process orders when I’m out and about. I no longer have to worry about orders coming in and not being processed right away.. so I don’t have to run home every time I get an order! I just have my orders pushed to my email on my iPhone 4, then pull out my iPad, login to my store and process the order! So simple and then I can keep on shopping or running errands or whatever. I’ve even processed an order in a dressing room at a clothing store. Talk about convenience!

Here are some of the great types of applications that are helpful to businesses:

1) Expense charts / accounting aps
2) Presentation Apps (Projectors, slide shows, teleprompters)
3) Complex calculators
4) Virtual Terminal software / Retailer Apps
5) Document signing apps
6) Business Travelers Maps
7) Legal References
8 ) Productivity Apps (Too many to mention)
9) Business contact apps
10) Employee management apps
11) Customer contact information and tracking apps
12) Spreadsheets
13) Market Analysis Tools
14) Survey tools
15) Real Estate Apps
16) Journal and Business Note taking apps
17) Apps to help you sync w/ your mac or pc
18) Voice and meeting recorders
19) Whiteboards
20) Automobile appraisal apps
21) GPS business travel expense apps

Wow.. I’m getting tired and there are SOOOO many more! There are 424 pages of business apps on the iPad today, and 672 pages of Productivity apps. And as I type, new apps are being created and new ideas are popping up every second. You will be surprised at how this thin little piece of technology can help your business to become more and more productive!

Is the iPad a good business investment! Hands down YES! One of my favorite Apple lines about the iPad – “You already know how to use it!”