I set this blog up years ago because I was wanting to yelp into the universe about my life. I love writing. I hate writing. I know I am not the only to feel this way. One of the reasons I've chosen this forum is that it is both public and private. I am an annomynous blogger. I can write cliche if I want to. Here I go.
I find that lately I mostly want to write about my daughter. That means I blow her privacy if I write publicly. If I write only in my journal, there's kind of no point. It's not a yelp into the universe. Part of yelping into the universe is being a city on the hill. Let your light so shine. I am not religious, but I am informed by Catholicism. So there you have it. In a not shell.
Who is this daughter that I want to write about? She is thirteen. She is, of course, like all 13 year olds, complex. So not like anyone else. She has lots of labels that any words I might use are only shorthand for the complete picture, which we will never understand. I'm moving forward with this: Here are the words: autistic, Pathological demand avoidance, anxious, ADHD, adolescent. No working memory, no executive skills. But she can be kind, can be considerate, can be fun to be with, except when the demands and the outside influences make it hard. She has some kids she in her world who she is friendly with. She doesn't have friends as I would say when I am being most tragic in my view of her. She has plenty of friends when I relax my criteria. I trip myself up in all of this. Kind of why I need to write some of this down.
I find that lately I mostly want to write about my daughter. That means I blow her privacy if I write publicly. If I write only in my journal, there's kind of no point. It's not a yelp into the universe. Part of yelping into the universe is being a city on the hill. Let your light so shine. I am not religious, but I am informed by Catholicism. So there you have it. In a not shell.
Who is this daughter that I want to write about? She is thirteen. She is, of course, like all 13 year olds, complex. So not like anyone else. She has lots of labels that any words I might use are only shorthand for the complete picture, which we will never understand. I'm moving forward with this: Here are the words: autistic, Pathological demand avoidance, anxious, ADHD, adolescent. No working memory, no executive skills. But she can be kind, can be considerate, can be fun to be with, except when the demands and the outside influences make it hard. She has some kids she in her world who she is friendly with. She doesn't have friends as I would say when I am being most tragic in my view of her. She has plenty of friends when I relax my criteria. I trip myself up in all of this. Kind of why I need to write some of this down.