If you happen to get too close to a "Fester-er" , you must tread gently or else you'll step on a landmine that will splatter you with crap like the pus of a giant pimple. Usually, I try to ignore it, but sometimes I have to get it off my chest before I start to fester myself. By the way,....
I Miss AKA Super Mommy.
The longer I blog, the more I miss it. The main people that I started blogging afresh for, don't even read it. And I thought that I'd downloaded copies of blog entries that I was hoping to publish under my new name... only to find out I actually didn't. THAT was a major bummer. Anyway, back to starting afresh without anonymity. In some ways, it can be really refreshing to know that I'm accountable for everything I write and I can share it with anyone without having to worry. In another way, it's horrible, because even the best of friends will make you mad sometimes... and... even though this is the best place to express those feelings, sometimes you feel you have to--like when your brother or sister has a big autism no-no moment, or someone you're friends with goes all "if this was my kid" on you,...or when someone close to you feels that you're "sparing the rod" & it's "spoiling the child." In those moments, autism parents, or just special needs parents in general, feel so alone. And it's so unsettling. & It hurts. But when someone either gets up enough nerve (or has enough anger), that they just let all those feelings loose in a public place--facebook page, blog, support group, whatever--and you see that you aren't the only one who's been treated that way.. (OR, on a lighter note, your child isn't the only one who does that:) It's a mixture of relief, sadness, anger, and/or giggles & joy that forms a bittersweet bond. You've got their back, and you know that they've got your's. And suddenly, it seems that you have two groups of friends--"them" & "us."
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