As I have said previously, I love my little gym. I feel that my downfall of three years (the gym was closed due to COVID) was due to me not seeing my little family at the gym and talking a lot of shit. The first time I was contemplating going to the gym while myContinue reading “My Impromptu Therapy Session at the Gym”
I have been MIA because the “bipolar” got me again and I have been so unmotivated but I hope to get back on my grind with my blogs. I have been doing this for nine years according to WordPress. I haven’t been consistent but we have added that to my list of goals with my social worker.
My personal problems usually come up around the end of the school year when I see everyone else’s children growing up and doing what teenagers do while my daughter isn’t able to do them. I don’t want the world to change for me. I’m just speaking on how it makes me feel. I know I’m not alone.
The IGNORANCE I Have Seen is Infuriating A few days ago, it was reported that a 5 year old special needs student attacked a teacher and she had to be taken to the hospital with a concussion. I have friends that work in SPED and I have a child with special needs. I have beenContinue reading “Don’t Speak on Kids with Special Needs Unless You KNOW”
Dealing with your own mental illness while keeping yourself in check during an assault by your own child is something that is very hard to do, especially when you have a history of violence and are filled with rage.
There is always support, take it. Well, take the good kind where they don’t point fingers and act like you’re an idiot.
While writing this blog, someone tried to test me. Lets just say that my psychiatrist, psychologist, and meds are out here saving lives and I even finished the blog.
Shopping for a child with sensory processing issues makes school shopping a bit harder. But how much harder is it when you’re a single mom with limited income, and a mental illness to boot? Lets talk about it.
Back Again Okay, 12 years ago, I had to go to Southern Maryland Hospital for getting extremely triggered by my father and cutting the tendons in my hand. I talked about it a little in The Story of My Mental Illness. Well, I found myself back at the same hospital although it is now Medstar SouthernContinue reading “Tales from the Psych Ward (Part One)”
On Twitter (I should just leave Twitter), I have seen a lot of disdain towards parents who state their feelings. As a mother to a child with disabilities, I have watched in horror as it has been said by advocates that “we don’t care about what the parents feel, just the child”. When you sayContinue reading “Why the Feelings of Parents with Disabled Children Should be Considered”