Therapy

The travel home day

We are flying home today. I’m actually sitting on the plane right now writing this. To be honest, I’m dreading going home. (Not to mention the covid fear induced panic attack in the airport. 😞 ) I’m double masked, obsessively sanitizing and giving a slight evil glare to anyone who even considers coughing near me, …

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I’m not responsible for anyone else’s happiness, and neither are you

We have a saying in my house. My boys know it well. “It’s not my job to make you happy.” You might disagree with me, but hear me out. My boys might get upset with me if I tell them no, if I say they can’t watch TV, if I don’t give them a snack …

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When life gets to be too much

Oh, it has been a week. Between traveling, packing, floods and everything in between…it feels like life is specifically out to get me sometimes. Our kids brand new Physical Therapy clinic flooded over the weekend. We all feel terrible. They worked so hard on it, finally finished it, and it was absolutely beautiful and perfect, …

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Your heart is bound to break when you live in the special needs world

My heart is heavy. A few days ago, driving home from therapy actually, I leaned that one of the (many) children I know, had died. Someone asked me “what happened?” Nothing happened. It was his time. He was on hospice, he was declining, but it hurts. I’m not his family…but I am within his community. …

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An exercise in vulnerability

Vulnerability. A seemingly forever ongoing topic. How to be real, how to feel, how to show feeling. Our conversations are often led with sarcasm at the forefront, my most famous defense. Feeling has never been safe, and talking about feelings had always led to danger for me. Tonight was easy. It wasn’t significant (except it …

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