Before the world shifted toward screens and streams, there was a golden age of blogging—a time when thoughtful words held space, when essays could breathe, and when readers came seeking depth and reflection.
As the digital landscape shifted and audiences migrated toward video, Andromeda made a choice: learn to edit, adapt, and continue sharing her events in the format people wanted to experience. These archived posts remain, snapshots of a beginning writer learning to become a creator.
It’s been a while since I have been able to sit down and write a blog, life gets crazy with 3 boys and school in session. Heck, honestly life seems busy all the time
This morning I headed out to the grocery store after putting my 8 year old third grader, and my 4 year old ASD child onto their buses accordingly. With me, was my 20 month old baby L.
Summertime….. At first I was dreading it. Missing out on the four hours of school my ASD child would be missing out on meant that I too would be missing out on about the only “me” time I ever get- and it’s not even REALLY “me” time being that I have a 19 month old baby that stays home, but I do enjoy how school allows me to stay on my strictest routines and make time for each of my 3 children individually. When school was coming to an end I felt as though I should put up a countdown until the first day of school. Especially because this particular summer was going to be very much out of the “norm” for my family.
Years of Frustrations, Years of Love
"The beauty of the past is that it is the past. The beauty of the now is to know it. The beauty of the future is to see where one is going." ~Author Unknown
Some days I just feel like if my mouth says "Autism" one more time, I am just going to explode. All day long I spend my time communicating with special needs parents, talking to them about their feelings, and offering insight. Sometimes I just have to step away because Autism is something I pretty much talk about all day every day not to mention the fact I live with it as well.
As a parent of a child on the spectrum, I often am aware I see the world through different eyes than many others. I could rant and rant about my experiences at the ER regarding the lack of knowledge Nurses, Technicians, and even Doctors have about Autism. Often I find myself feeling like, "Wait a minute, you have the PHD, the Education, I'm just a stay at home Mom currently, why do I feel like I know more about my son's MEDICAL condition than you do?"
I can't tell you how many times I dread taking my son somewhere- or at least used to. Thankfully, he is progressing at such a wonderful rate that I can't help but be completely grateful. However, I still have those moments, "Is today a good day to go grocery shopping? Or can we make it until tomorrow?" "Do I really think he could sit through a movie?" "Do I really want to deal with the stares and judgment today?" After all I am only human, I have feelings too, believe that or not. I know that I'm a rock most of the time and I may seem like this Super Hero Strong Woman - but some days are just too much and I'd rather stay in my safe haven at home.
So as I am sitting on my porch in the sun, with L in his playpen next to me, P eating his lunch and A doing his own thing, I can assure you I am smiling........Amazingly. Being who I am and not caring much if anyone reads this but fully knowing that if even a couple do- they will look at people differently I decided to share it. I figure If I can share with any of you- the gift P has given me- to humble myself, I would be happy to do so. Before you read anything, please understand that I have only seen this occur to this extent 3-4 times, this is an exceptionally bad day.
I go back and forth on the whole label thing. Does it matter? I have a child who has Asperger's & Dyslexia, I have a child who has Autism among other things, I have another child who has major sensory issues and more, all these words, all these labels, and no one wants to use labels.
