This Crazy Life

“Love Child”, “Bastard”, & Asperger’s

I have a thing. A seriously pet peeve. A household rule. No one is to use the word "bastard" around me unless they are using it literally - to refer to someone born out of wedlock. Why? Well, I got reminded of that today. I was driving home from town. Tired. Drained. And discovering that… Continue reading “Love Child”, “Bastard”, & Asperger’s

Autism, This Crazy Life

How Asperger’s Affects Me, part 1.

So, I just revealed I have Asperger’s. Here are just some of the things I do, or have done, that reflect the Asperger’s in me (in no particular order): Becoming very attached to particular items of clothing or types or colors of clothing (think, mountain t-shirts and yoga pants) and wanting to wear them every… Continue reading How Asperger’s Affects Me, part 1.

This Crazy Life

Part 1.5

I was gonna stop for today, but wanted to add this in: After leaving Rhiannon's father, I went to counseling for a while. The very first day, I was given "homework." I received a very large piece of drawing paper, and strict instructions. I was to draw my life using only my left hand (I'm… Continue reading Part 1.5

This Crazy Life

A Secret Revealed

To my family and friends: I have a secret. A BIG secret. Something I've known about since January, and have only shared with Rhiannon (I had to talk to someone about it!). And it's taken me months to be ready to spill it, and, honestly, days to write this post. Because I want to get… Continue reading A Secret Revealed

Furry Family, This Crazy Life

Gutwrenching Decisions

This post is supposed to be about my visit to the doctor yesterday. But it's not. Sorry, Mom, but you are going to have to wait a little while longer for that. Because this post is about those gut-wrenching decisions we face as pet-keepers, companion animal lovers, dog lovers... This post is about Dart. Dart… Continue reading Gutwrenching Decisions

Health & ME/CFS, This Crazy Life

A rollercoaster

That's what it is - a rollercoaster. Even slow, deliberate, willing narcotic withdrawal is a rollercoaster. Sleep for days, then insomnia every night all night. Awake until dawn. Hungry at 5 am, this morning I made food. You don't know how profound a statement that is. It was only a sandwich. But I can't remember… Continue reading A rollercoaster