Citizen Autistic

I’m slightly terrified of this. But Citizen Autistic has now been updated with splices of an interview with me. You can see the boys in it as well, not to mention their living room a some laundry in the background, and generally the “lived-in” look with toys on the floor. (What can I say? It’s their living room.)

I’m slightly shocked that I talked myself into this. Rule of thumb: Even if you don’t normally wear make up, make sure to put it on for the camera. Yeah, not pleased that I couldn’t find mine (I use it that infrequently).

Citizen Autistic also has an Indigogo.… Read more.

From Poor Executive Functioning to Independent Adult

First, let me start by saying that no one is a fully independent adult. It’s a fallacy and wrong and parents need to get it out of their head. We all go to restaurants, and hire people to provide services (plumbers, electricians, roofers, people to plow your snow (a nod to my NE readers)), and most of us buy products at the store. It’s part of this great thing we call life, where we are all connected to other people.

But how do we go from being highly dysfunctional in executive arena to keeping up the appearance of being this iconic independent adult?… Read more.

On Being Disabled

This is an emotional subject for me. I don’t typically like to think about it as it hurts. In my nearly 28 yrs living, or the 10 years since graduating from high school. I have gone to a community college, a university, and worked a total of 4 jobs. The community college I was at for 3 semesters. The university, 5 semesters, which ended in me dropping out because my anxiety issues became too great. 3 of the 4 jobs lasted no longer than 3 months. Not from my lack of trying, but because the anxiety I experienced from them finally crashed down on me.… Read more.

Now We’re Cooking…

Until about 18 months ago,  I never cooked.  My repertoire consisted of breakfast foods & I was lovingly dubbed “The Frozen Food Queen” by my family.  I could bake up a storm, but if it wasn’t microwavable or came in a box that required nothing more than opening a can of tuna…it was not going to appear on anyone’s plate.

The reasons for this were many:

1. My grandmothers both made me baker’s helper from the time I could walk.
2. My mother always shoo’ed me out of the kitchen while cooking.
3. My mother was terrified of us kids even making a sandwich with a butter knife.

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Separate rooms – Separate space

Before we moved back to Texas, we lived in a 5 room apartment, 2 bedrooms, two open layout rooms that were supposed to be a living room and a dining room and a eat-in kitchen. As with most parents, we kept our room somewhat off bounds to the children. I bring this up because a moment has just occurred in our new home that I don’t think would have worked out so well in the old home.

I have had a long week so really wanted some “me” time. D, my oldest, has been off because his day isn’t as structured as it would be with school.… Read more.