Splat Goes Life.

This was posted on CNN in 2012... but yet the stats on the numbers of children with Autism were last updated according to the video in 2008. My God, how many kids have Autism now ?!

Tuesday I managed to get Jack into a dentist (clear across town) to put something temporary on his teeth. She realized as Jack was already getting sleepy on the laughing gas, that she doesn't do anything to teeth that have had a root canal within the last week. Well, all of this happened on Friday. We still don't know whether or not the other tooth will die, but she did what she could- she built up from the top of the teeth. While it's something, it's not perfect. For one, he can't bite down on anything without the possibility of them chipping off. From the sounds of it, until he's old enough for permanent work. He's 10! An active, hyper boy of 10! He also isn't usually aware of his body movement. So I have to somehow remind him (w/out pissing him off) to not chew or bite down with his front teeth, not to press his face hard into things when seeking out sensory input, not to run like a maniac around the house and fall down the stairs onto his fa...

1980-81, I was in First grade. I was playing "Follow the leader" with a couple of kids in my class. We each took turns jumping off of the wooden benches in the "Quad" (playground with no grass, just areas for Foursquare, Hopscotch, etc). Some how, when it got to my turn, instead of landing on my feet like a normal kid, I landed flat on my face. There are some sh*tty things that have happened to me in my life, but as for painful things, that may have taken the cake. My top front teeth did cut through one of my lips (I barely managed to avoid needed stitches), and I was in a great deal of pain. However, none of my teeth broke. I don't have the nicest looking smile- it's one of the things about me that I'm most self-conscious about- but I have my teeth. 33 years or so later, my Jack has managed to suffer an even worse fate. I'm still not quite grasping the hows and whys of it all. He was in the IS's room yesterday (Friday the 13th, of cours...

written Thursday afternoon... Whenever the "SHTF" (sh*t hits the fan), my body decides to hate me. Right now, the right side of my head is in revolt. My throat hurts when I swallow, which causes my right ear to throb. The pain extends from the top of the right side of my head, to my eye, down to my neck. Unfortunately, this has become a pretty common occurrence. Yesterday I got a phone call from the principal. My Jack was not having a good morning. I honestly don't know which side of the story to believe, but apparently Jack was talking about a video that he and I started to watch together, when I had him shut it off because the creator of the video said the F word. Another boy on the bus must have thought this was silly because he said something to the effect of "It's a free country" (as in, why would you need to turn it off, or why can't you hear bad words?) so he should have been able to watch it. Jack asked him if he was allowed to watch...

It is absolutely frustrating to try to find good help for a child who needs it. Either the damn doctor is too far away, doesn't take insurance (thus expensive as hell), doesn't focus on really helping my son.. I have two provider lists. One from the County and one from the pediatrician. They both officially suck. I've said this before, as I've gone through it a number of times. The last time Jack saw that psychiatrist was I believe in March. We have not received a single bill from these people. Not even half of the visits were reported to the insurance company, that I can tell. What the hell kind of place is that, anyway? (This from the doctor who is an MD, but tells me to go find an actual MD. HUH??). I thought that Jack would be getting some form of counseling from this "yahoo", but he didn't. The guy just sat there, wrote on a notepad, and asked some questions in between note taking.. we didn't even get the full 50 minutes with him, becau...