If I didn't find blogging...
that sounds like the start of a very sad story.
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Two kids, two full time careers - lots of people do it gracefully, but for me it's a challenge, particularly as I struggle with my boy, the rooster, and his "constellation" of health and developmental issues. Medicine so far fails to cure what ails us, so I'm trying a self-prescribed intensive dose of blogging to see if that does the trick.
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- "My So Called Life?"
- Two Steps Forward...
- Walking the Talk
- Hi ho, Hi ho...School Daze
- Which Rooster is Calling?
- Well Shut My Mouth
- Comfort Levels
- Diagnosed
- Found Time
- Like Sally Field
- Some Kids I CAN Help
- To The Office
- I Get By
- Car Talk
- i am always awake forever
- Anyone who reads my blogs clearly needs a good lau...
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- FEAR
- Doctor Doctor
- ABCs - Teach Me!
- Confession is Good for the Judge
- Pieceful Resistance
- Miracles of Modern Medicine
- Back in Business
- What Helps
- Dear Doctor
- Finding our Center
- Bad Metaphors
- Hazards
- Perspective
- Curses
- If You Blog - Questions from a Neophyte
- The Mouth of My Babe
- My Village by Way of LA
- ALARM!
- The Third Shoe Drops
- Today's Bad Daze
- HELP! Request for Information
- Coincidences Come in Threes
- Good Night Gorilla
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5 comments:
We're out here and we hear you.
I'm sorry this happened to you tonight, but you showed such bravery and strength. Your son needs that strength desperately and he is so lucky to have you.
Sending love and hope your way tonight.
Oh, G, I wish I could be there to comfort you and help ease your pain, your fear, your doubts and worries about Rooster. All I can do is tell you that something, somehow, somewhere has got to give and shine a light on this darkness which threatens to swallow you whole.
Until then, know —truly know in your heart— that there are so many of us out here holding you in our hearts and sending you love, comfort, and safe, healing energy along with prayers for answers, information, solutions.
Gayle, I'm here. I'm listening. And yes, it is scary as hell. I hope someone is with you, someone who can wrap their arms around you and tell you this will be okay. Because it will be okay.
I learned to let my son rage. To not react. The more I reacted, the more upset he got and the longer it took for everyone to calm down. He can't process anything you are saying when he is that upset, that angry. You have to make sure he is safe and you have to stay calm.
Gayle, this will get better. It is so freakin' hard, but it will get better. You are going to figure out a whole new way to parent the Rooster--therapists will help him, but they will also help you. They will give you strategies, coping skills. It will turn things around.
You just have to get there. You just have to get it started. You can email me anytime. I will do my best, anything to help you.
Just hold on...and keep writing.
You're not alone. I know it feels like you are, but you're not. Really.
Sending you strength.
Just listen to Kristen. She's been forging the road ahead of us.
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