I should just give up on post titles - they all run together after a bit.
As much as it bothers me when people look at us (me and B and the boy) as if we'd grown extra appendages, and they maybe ought to make the sign to ward off the evil eye, it's something that can be understood.
People fear the unknown, and they fear illness, and they fear kids who aren't typical.
What bothers me just as much, though, are the people who are just so overly excited about how spectacularly wonderful he's doing. Because it makes it feel like, you know, they expected a lifeless lump instead of a kid.
Not much to say here, other than go read this, because she wrote it way better than I ever could.
some days the Gods take care of their own.
Signing classes for this fall came to a screeching halt this past weekend when the music studio I was negotiating with discovered that it would be a violation of her lack of a business license to have people other than her teaching in her home.
So, yesterday I put on my thinking cap. I've got 4 classes scheduled through a neighboring city. I've got plans for a baby expo in January.
My goal is to be able to pay the car payment every month by the end of they year (though, the car payment as such will no longer exist by then, having been transferred to other means of financing that have lower interest rates). So: $300 profit a month. And I've got expenses of $50 a month, plus cost of goods sold and rental of spaces.
...and all I can think is, DUH!
For all that we all like to pretend we're all the same, there are things that girls, on average, are better at than boys, on average, and things that boys, on average, are better at than girls, on average.
Where we screw up is in assuming which things those are.
Anyways....the article is here: http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/200611/aspie-in-the-city
Weekend before last, I watched the re-make of the movie Carrie - I'd seen the original back in the mid-90's living in Joplin, and read the book sometime while in High School (our middle school library didn't have Stephen King).
Most people's high school experience doesn't involve psychokenesis, vats of pigs blood, or religious whack-job parents. But I know a hell of a lot of people who, in their heart of hearts, understand Carrie and her desire to be "normal."
It's lovely, I'll take it - funny pictures from real estate listings. Not quite as good as cakewrecks, but still funny.
Go read this because it says so much about the assumptions that go into the stupid questions that people ask.
Including questions like, "So, now that your son isn't in the hospital, aren't you going to take down all these pictures of when he was? Because, I mean, they're just so traumatic!"
No....I am not taking them down anytime soon....though I supposed I'm running out of wall space and need to condense a bit when I print new pics.
I'm sorry, but if your doctor says you can take the baby off the oxygen, and you won't try it because you think they might stop breathing, you need some brains and some medication.
And maybe some therapy.
Especially if you're scared to take said child out of the house, even to the park, during summer, because you think they might get sick and die.
I realize that there are points where I'm overprotective, and maybe a little overly panicky about Alexander....but I realize once in a while that I'm not that bad off.
Further: If you're super super worried about your kid getting their tonsils out, having ear tubes put in, or any other 'routine' surgery like this, please STFU and go bitch to someone else. I don't want to hear it.
"The truth is, shockingly few prevention efforts actually save the health care system money overall, despite claims by the president and some in Congress."
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090624/ap_on_he_me/med_health_prevention_re...
It seems to me that if we want to save money on health care, we should start with evidence based medicine - stick with therapies that actually work for most people, until/unless it doesn't work for a specific patient. If therapies don't work, the cost is sort of irrelevant, isn't it?