Tagged with anxiety

dashers go bridal

dashers go bridal

Back in January, I posted the story of Brooke’s dashers. It went something like this … A while ago, I posted a photo on Diary’s Facebook page of Brooke shredding ribbons in the car. Like this: {image is a photo of Brooke, shredding a rainbow striped grosgrain ribbon} And you asked what we do with the … Continue reading

scared

scared

{image is a photo of Brooke hanging out at Boston Children’s Blood Donor Center, waiting for me to be called in to donate platelets.} “Thank you again for coming with me to the hospital today, kiddo,” I say into the darkness of her room before bedtime. “It meant a lot to me.” “I’m glad I … Continue reading

now i’ve heard everything

now i’ve heard everything

{image is a cover of the DVD, Elmo’s World: Families, Mail & Bath Time!} Brooke loves Elmo’s World. I mean she really, really, REALLY loves Elmo’s World. At eleven, she shows no signs of slowing down nor “growing out of” her love for the furry little red monster and his crayon-colored world. One of her … Continue reading

extinction burst

extinction burst

{Image is a photo that I inadvertently took with my phone. The world looks very different when viewed through an alternate lens.} Ed note: Last night, I shared a quote on Diary’s Facebook page about the importance of “indulging” Brooke’s scripts. Tomorrow, I will have the honor of sharing an autistic perspective on ABA therapy … Continue reading

part two

  {image is a photo of Brooke and our dog, Winston in 2010. I chose it because it came from this post.} Part two. Because there’s a part two. Earlier today, I wrote about the fact that until Brooke was able to put language to her anxiety, I didn’t really understand it. Until she said … Continue reading

zero to sixty

zero to sixty

So you know when your dog randomly starts puking* in the middle of your den and your husband thinks it would be a good idea to pick him up and get him outside, which turns out to be effective only in ensuring that dog puke gets absolutely everywhere, including on the table (and your phone … Continue reading

waiting out the demons

waiting out the demons

 Photo from Dump a day “Slowly now,” I say. “Slowly, baby. Let’s slow it down.” My mantra. “We can get through this, kiddo. We can. We will.” “Mama’s here.” I curl my body around yours, still small enough to fit – one cup perfectly designed to nest inside another, then, someday another still, and another still. … Continue reading

words fail

Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you. – Natsuki Takaya I don’t know how to sufficiently explain it. I know that for many parents, the daily grind of school-drop off and pick up is mind-numbing at best and a minefield of combustible social interactions at worst. … Continue reading

by example

* I hear the doctor’s words, but they’re coming at me from a distance, as if under water — or through one of those telephone pipes the kids love at the playground. She’s inches from me, but miles away. “I just want to prepare you for the fact that we will almost definitely want to … Continue reading

safe

  . I know the text is a little small. In case you can’t see it, this is what it says —  “To my friends who feel guilty for shutting down the news, turning off the Internet and spending time with their loved ones – To those who think that they need to immerse themselves … Continue reading