Stress in My Pressure Cooker Head

I was planning on writing today about how my "to-do lists" have become so long and intense that my body has started to fall apart. But just looking at that title has given me the start of an anxiety attack and my chest hurts now and my joints are throbbing and I just realized that…

I Did It Again!

Everyone has been guilty of it. At least, I hope I'm not alone in this. But I have this tendency to put important things in a "really safe place" and then when it comes time that I really need them, said "really safe place" has completely left my mind. Last time it was a social…

Welcome to the Club

My sister called me this morning and asked me to lie to her. I don't like to lie. I'm not very good at it and I honestly find the truth to be much more incredible, hilarious, and easier to keep up with. But she begged. So I did. I told her that my husband and…

THIS IS ONLY A TEST!

Like most of the "popular vote," our family mourned the election results on November 9, 2016. My 11 year old niece was in tears, asking my sister, "But how could HE be elected? He's mean. How could America elect a bully to be our next President?" Indeed. She wasn't the only kid to react this…

It’s NOT a Tantrum

Walking through a supermarket, the severely Autistic person wears gun-range headphones to help block excess noise to protect her highly sensitive hearing from the overwhelming barrage of clanking, banging, muzak, baby cries, squeaky buggy wheels and blips and bloops from cash registers. A woman getting over a cold coughs into her elbow, and the Autistic…

Supposed To vs Actually

We're supposed to go on a road trip today. We're supposed to be stuffing the entire overbooked with practical shit summer into one day of family fun not too far from home. My kids are supposed to be up and packing picnics, getting softball equipment, and bags of ice ready and into the back of…

Never-Ending To-Do Lists

We both had To-Do lists with at least 9 tasks so we cut our phone call short (half an hour as opposed to an hour.) My sister suggested I call her in a few hours to see which of us completed more on our lists. Mine was uber-long today since it's the last day of…

Triggers

I have seen the Stanford yearbook photo of the convicted rapist whose father feels he is being punished too severely for "20 minutes of action" with an unconscious, young woman behind a dumpster. My stomach turns and I fight the nausea that comes in waves along with the memories of fear and disbelief and shock…