Having an adult son with autism has hard and complicating challenges. My first time hearing Luke’s diagnosis in 1994 made me numb. It did not seem real.
Ode to Diary Input on Valentine’s Day, 1999
Recently I read from an old journal of mine. My diary depicted a smart gal with more positivity a person could muster. There was no facebook, twitter, youtube, amazon or even google. There was just a lonely gal writing.
Problems are mixed up. Some are easy to deal with. Others are not. The heavier the conflict, the more noticeable my frailties would come to light.
Building on last week’s post, Outsmarting Getting Old, I wanted to thank you for your expressions of concerns and sharing with me your own struggles. All paths can bring healing. It is finding the one that works well for our own needs.
Today this little vehicle popped up next to me to my surprise! What if I would have not seen that thingie and hit it while I was driving. Oh my the hurt, right.
Lately I have been experiencing a bad round of chronic pain that is not well controlled with my regular medications. It is frustrating to live with this. I have been to more doctors lately, but I leave their offices more depressed. Doctors give too many pills as the answer.
I have a goal with all my physical issues and it is to maintain my happiness despite my pain. One other important aspect for me is to continually look for current modalities in overcoming my discomfort. The other option is finding a distraction to get through the ongoing pain. Perhaps a distraction is being with your partner enjoying each other. This distraction can come from friends too.
The development in some circles in medicine is to ID more precise medicine treatments. This can be done by studying one’s individual genetics. This tool is the future. What do some of you think? I believe potential breakthroughs are around the corner. Now that puts a smile on my face.
I am driven to write. There is no exception even when unhappy with my words. I can not compare myself to those that have editors or proofreader’s to read their work before it is published. I even hate freshly pressed endorsed by this platform.
Why do I write these days? I received that lone comment that gives me pause. Hearing from a woman dealing with two rare brain tumors brought tears to my eyes. She seems to have a strong will and a determination in her spirit. If you are reading this, I am glad you decided to follow me.
We need to learn to let go. We hold onto things way too long that needs to be released. I decided recently I need to start judging. Yep. You heard right. Judge.
After carefully thinking through this, I am judging it all. How you taste inside me? What drew me to you? Where this will take me? It is true good or bad and now I am OK with judging. Watch out. I may prematurely put you to the test.