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this is how it feels to have a broken heart

Posted in Anderson School, autism, Springbrook, tagged , , , , on May 13, 2011| 6 Comments »

Springbrook called the day after we toured The Anderson Center for Autism and told me they were going to accept Jonah, in one of their brand new residences, most likely in November.  We took the placement; you can’t just stay on all the lists until the first placement comes up, so I had to call Tradewinds and The Anderson School and tell them to take Jonah off their lists.

Now it’s real, and I am a wreck.  I have researched and taken notes and gone into a state of mind where it is all objective – it was simply a project – albeit a difficult project – on which to work very hard.

Now the project is over and I am back in the subjective and it is real.

It is real and I have a countdown; it feels like the doomsday clock is ticking and I feel very very dangerously, frighteningly, frustratingly, ridiculously close to the day I admitted myself into Four Winds.

Somehow I have been shocked back into reality, where all this is really happening.  I really did fuck up my marriage and I really will give my son away soon and I really do feel like I do not belong in this world.

I have taken extra meds and I’ve got to be able to keep my shit together and get a lot done today.  I am thankful it is Friday so I can crawl home and cry when this day is over.  Jonah had 8 hard-core aggressions at school yesterday; it is not a matter of whether we are doing the right thing but rather how to actually do it.  My father has not seen Jonah since the day before Thanksgiving and it is because he is afraid of his grandson.

And now, suddenly, I have this near-constant tinny ringing in my ears and vertigo.  When I reach for something I miss it by an inch.  When I try to pour something I spill it.  I am spelling all my words wrong and have to go back and edit this over and over.  

I have a strange sense of not even being in my body. 

“We’ve colored in the lines and followed all the signs;
Fought a war till the war was over…
Said you’d never be the kind with an ordinary life –
Now this how it feels to have a broken heart

Look at the mess we made
Now we stopped and we say what we always say
And then you make the great escape

With every year you’ll come to regret it…“

~Guster

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never be the kind with an ordinary life

Posted in autism, behavior, singing, tagged , , , , , , , on December 8, 2010| 1 Comment »

Happy boy is still with us – only a few attacks here and there, none of which I’ve witnessed, at least not in quite a few days now.  Maybe even a week.  We took Jonah to a new pediatrician on Monday – one who specializes in developmental disabilities and behavioral problems.  I loved him; he’s level-headed, kind, and intelligent.  If we want Jonah to have his second chicken pox shot or the flu shot we’ll have to go back, but we might opt out of both of them this year.

We’re putting the wheels in motion to go to Boston to see a pediatric rheumatologist (there aren’t any around here and the ones for adults won’t even see children, for some reason) because of Jonah’s uveitis and iritis, and the synovitis they found some time ago in his hip and jaw.  He may have pediatric arthritis, they’re thinking, so that’s our next big medical project to tackle.

Also on the Jonah horizon is a big meeting tomorrow with the school district officials – teachers from Wildwood will be there, and his caseworker from Catholic Charities, and of course Andy and me, and we’ll try to decide what’s the best course of action educationally and placement-wise for Jonah.  I know we have to at least investigate our options but now that he’s so much better I want to keep him home and at Wildwood School.  They say he’s participating more and yesterday he had no aggressions at school at all – granted it was a half day, but still…he came home with math sheets all completed (it still baffles me that the kid can solve math problems) and a hastily scribbled art project (he’s not the biggest fan of coloring, though he does love to carry markers and colored pencils around, & roll them on the table and floor).  He still falls asleep early but he sleeps well, and peacefully, and I am grateful for every day he is himself again.

I love to see him skip around…hear him happy, even loud, again – lately he has been singing and shouting out the “hear-ar-ar-ar-ah-art” part to Guster’s “This is How it Feels to Have a Broken Heart” (which, despite its title, is actually kind of a lively song).

“We’ve colored in the lines and followed all the signs
Fought a war till the war was over;
Said you’d never be the kind with an ordinary life…”

~ Guster

(You can say that again, guys)

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