January 11, 2008

Normal Times A Thousand...

Eighteen years ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He was 9 pounds, 13 ounces, 21 1/2 inches long and we'll call him B. As he grew up, he definitely became an individual with a mind of his own. March to the beat of his own drummer, eccentric, goes his own way, all phrases used to describe him. He had particular ways of doing everything and if he learned it one way, that was the only way it could be done. I would tell tell him that if Jesus came back and stood in front of him he would argue that it wasn't Jesus. Just in the last year he has been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, depression, and an as yet unnamed learning disability. We have a new therapist, who is willing to learn whatever is needed to help Andrew and us adjust to the changes we need to make. Andrew is on the waiting list for the psychiatrist and potential meds. Also, we are in the process of looking for a family doctor for Andrew.

He still argues, although now it's more unpredictable. I never know from day to day how grumpy and sullen he's going to be or prehaps this day he will be cooperative. More often than not he is irritable, argumentative and reluctant to do anything he is asked. I know that he is depressed because we have switched to a charter/homeschool situation from public school. Unfortunately that can't be helped. Andrew gets overwhelmed when there is too much activity around him, too much talk, too much information at once, more than one voice at a time (including his own voice in his head).

Today was a rare day, a good day. He was up when I asked him to get up and came out ready to work on his least favorite subject, Math. :o) But he did everything that was needed and with a good attitude. I cherish these days... He also completed his Languuage Arts with out being hounded and remembered to bring the cans back in from he curb after only being told once! Yea!!!!! That is an excellent day.


  1. What a perfect post for all of us to be introduced to your new "more personal" style.

  2. 9 lbs, holy moley!

    Goodness, I'm so dang personal on my site I bet my readers wish I didn't 'go there' so often. ;)

    But it's good to get out and to share.

    You never know what you might have in common with someone ;) and who you're helping with telling your story.

    Keep up the groovy bloggin'!

  3. It's all about celebrating the small victories...