I Had A Dream

I Had A Dream I had a dream I heard the children’s laughter… Their smiling faces ever gleaming so brightly… They all were playing in beautiful gardens filled with bright light… I knew no darkness could take away their sight… The girl with the golden blonde hair looked at me and smiled… Do you know […]

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Managing Challenging Behaviors in Neurotypicals

Restless Hands

[This is a long overdue repost from my old blog. It is both satire and very serious. It is satire in that it is very closely modeled on actual articles I see frequently online, and it borrows much of the tone and phrasing of those articles. It is serious in that I very much hope it will make the people who write, read, and share those articles think a little more deeply about what it feels like to be one of the people that those articles are about. It is also serious in that it is legitimate and honest advice for autistic people who find the actions of non-autistic people stressful and exhausting– as most of us do at times. We,  as much as anyone else, deserve to have that stress and frustration openly acknowledged. But I also hope that by turning the spotlight back on the majority, I can…

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15 Ways to Make Exercise Fun and Productive

Hi ladies! I generally believe that there is some type of exercise out there for everyone. If people tell me they hate exercise, I tell them that they just haven’t found what they love yet. So today, I want to share with you all some ways to make exercise both fun and productive. I hope […]

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poem of healing 3/3/2005

I remember
The pillow smashing
My face

I don’t remember
The sweet caress
Of love

I remember
The pain

I don’t remember
The hospital stay

I remember
Fear of sleep
Of being weak

I don’t remember
Silence

I remember
Noise
Heavy through the air

I don’t remember
Being safe
What is safe?

I remember
Mistrust
I don’t remember
Trust

I remember
The lock jiggling in the door
As he tries his key

I don’t remember
Calling the police

I remember
The door trembling
As he kicks it

I don’t remember
The calm

I remember
Fear
The hatred in
His eyes
I don’t remember
Thanking the police

I remember
His last lie
I love you!
I never hurt you!

I don’t remember
His last truth

I don’t remember
How long the police were there
Like a wall of true blue
Shielding me from a monster
I as white as a lotus
I remember

The stillness after
The police left

I don’t remember
The time
I couldn’t find the clock
I remember

The coldness
The fear, panic and crying

I don’t remember
Sleeping
I remember
Dawn, bright and cold
Twittering birds
I don’t remember
Dressing

I remember
The doctor’s visit
The pain

I don’t remember
The trip home

I remember
Sweet children’s
Voices

I don’t remember
Dinner
I remember
Sweet sleeping children
I don’t remember
Silence

I do remember
That I am human
And
Deserve respect

I don’t remember
Crying
I do remember
Feeling relief.

I wrote this poem in 2005 about domestic violence , it happened to me and this was my way to heal from it.

TOP 10 LIST OF WHAT MOMS REALLY WANT !

10. To be able to eat a whole candy bar (alone) and drink a soda without any “floaties” (ie, backwash) 9. To have 15 year-old daughter answer a question without rolling her eyes in that “Why is this person my mother?”. 8. Five pounds of chocolate that won’t add twenty. 7. A shower without a […]

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