"Stop signs are for safety." It started there. And I realized, I don't need to say this to the person who hurts me again and again and can't hear me. I can't change them. http://www.muthamagazine.com/2019/08/what-is-kindness/
Retrospective Edit (June 2019): I wrote this original post from a very hurt place. The person who said something offhand about my daughter--a comment I was not meant to hear--was not the source of my hurt in this moment. I've done a lot of work since then, and so I need to alter this blog... Continue Reading →
Why do we think that every time someone asks for help they are exploiting or manipulating us as individuals? Until people just give up asking and either wane away or start cutting themselves or hitting their classmates or burning down buildings.
A month or so ago, I noticed that every story I had told recently about my daughter was negative. We'd had some exhausting weeks--for her, illness exacerbates every symptom of autism, and her dad and I often feel that we're banging out heads against a wall. Hypersensitivity, not eating much at all, not responding to... Continue Reading →