Today has been a good day. That is, mainly, thanks to a great first session with a new therapist in Denton. I knew checking her FB and seeing her being a fan of Dawkin’s “The God Delusion” was a good indicator.
One of the issues with therapy is usually when you find you have nothing to talk about. Today, we gabbed and I could’ve talked more. One of our topics of discussion was the prevalence of religion and high-maintenance individuals in the surrounding areas. She understood why, once going to the neighborhood school, my stress-level and anxiety went up. She said she was told to try a Brownie troop for her daughter and it had many girls in my neighborhood (this was about 5 years ago). She said the girls and the parents were very entitled and, downright, rude to her and her daughter, especially since they were not religious. This makes me want to rebel in the opposite direction and show my opposition to the hypocrisy of most religious zealots. However, that is not my main focus, but it could be a fun side-project.
I am looking forward to my next visit in 10 days. I woke up excited to try a new therapist and left looking forward to going back. One cannot ask for more!
Today is not the coldest day we have had this winter. However, for some reason, I cannot get the chill out of my bones. I have to take Roger to a swimming lesson later and all I dream of is taking a hot bath and going under the covers! I am done accomplishing anything today, except for body heat generation.
I had a nice teacher meeting with the long-term substitute (who is a retired teacher). She told me how fantastic Roger is, how intelligent, and thoughtful he is. It was great to hear. She has no concerns about him. Who knew he would be so well-adjusted when we started this autism journey? Sure, we still have our daily shoe torture, but the pluses outweigh the minuses by far! I am so proud of him. At 7, he has worked harder than most adults I know. He has his school therapies, his private therapies, and his other lessons. He is definitely not a quitter and full of love. I think we have produced a far better person than either Rob or I am singularly — that is the goal of reproduction, eh?
Funny, spending those few minutes reflecting on Roger helped me deflect my fixating on how cold I am. I no longer feel so cold. I am sure I will have a different mindset once I return from my walk to pick Roger up from school and back!
Last week was a really tough week. My mood was incredibly low, as was my patience. There were many stressors in regards to deliveries, appointments, and feedback (or lack thereof) in regards to Roger’s academic progress. My week was filled with many thoughts all over the place and total lack of focus.
Today I have decided to try and get back into the swing of things. This is a theme of my life: out-of-whack week followed by an in-focus week (or attempt to that). So, today I have focused on work, exercise, my weekly schedule (and Roger’s), and some laundry and garbage chores.
Today, I had a podiatrist appointment (I need orthotics due to some feet issues). He politely stressed that I need to be healthier. I couldn’t agree more. I am hoping my motivation can remain. It comes and goes so quickly!
I have a new therapist appointment on Friday of this week. She is a “psychotherapist”. I am not sure how different that is from the counseling I have received in the past. I hope this time I “click” with the therapist. I always do some on-line research when I make appointments. On FB, I saw that she “liked” the God Delusion, so that is a positive to me!
This morning I had scheduled Yin and Sit Yoga and Meditation, some “me” time.
After waking up to Roger on the iPad continuously this morning, I decided to finish my weekend work while riding the stationary bike. I was done by 9. I then did homework with Roger and followed it with some fun karaoke. Then the time arrived: time for me, time for yoga.
I was in tears from the beginning movements to the final savasana. I was in total pain from my neck to my tailbone to my right leg. This is where Roger, my son with autism, rammed his head into my spine after not getting his way. This was on January 2nd and I don’t even remember what it was regarding. All I remember was it was post-massage as I plopped onto the bed on my belly and was peacefully lying there. I let out the loudest cry. It immediately hurt so terribly. I don’t think I ever produced a scream like that even when I broke my knee or ankle.
It has been three weeks and the pain has not gotten better. I have tried Tylenol and anti-inflammatories while using the heating pad but this has not helped in the least bit. I kept wondering where all my depression and lack of motivation came from at the beginning of this year. Today was my reminder. I am so glad that the majority of the class is done with your eyes closed, so others did not see the tears stream down my face.
When class was over, and that could not come quickly enough — that damn 75 minutes, I rushed to my car for a proper cry. Then the thoughts raced: have to make an appointment this week. With who? My primary doctor? My back doctor who I am not really fond of — seems too surgery happy? My pain doctor? Next thoughts: I really am going to have to cancel being teacher’s helper this week, my back cannot handle the copier. Followed by thoughts of that yoga retreat that accepted me on “scholarship” but is less than 2 weeks away. How can I possibly do a yoga retreat right now? I do not foresee my pain level being that lessened in that short period of a time – especially since specialized doctors usually do not have readily available appointments.
I told Rob to occupy Roger for a bit. I am in such a terrible mood right now. I have 2 loads of laundry and cannot even muster the strength to empty the dryer to put the other load in. And the state of the house is in total disarray due to Roger’s “box fort” building. I may hide myself away in the bedroom for the time being until I can cope better with it all.
It seems that for quite sometime now I have been waking up with my first thought being, “I cannot wait until bed tonight”. Each activity I do seems to lack any enjoyment. The focus of each is only completion: countdown til my work day is over and I pick up Roger, countdown between pick up and the class/therapy of the day, countdown to dinner and son’s bedtime routine, countdown til I go to bed. The next morning I begin the same countdown that ends roughly 14 hours later. How depressing is that? I can easily answer that: VERY.
Countdown to the end of this blog post: goodnight.
Yesterday’s new therapist/psychologist/BCBA appointment for Roger went better than expected. Well, at least, Roger’s reaction was positive to having to go to a new doctor that you talk to and play at and are talked about in front of. Now that he is getting older it is getting odder for me to answer questions about him in front of him. I am not sure if I am fond of the doctor yet. She took lots of notes and said she had an Independence curriculum that we could start working on with Roger, since he is SO DEPENDENT on us (mainly me) for EVERYTHING. I made 3 follow-up appointments and will, hopefully, get a sense of if it is a good fit by then.
That brings me to an exciting Facebook message I received today from a friend and fellow autism mom. She told me about these Women’s Retreats in east Texas. They have a Retreat Assistance Program to help pay for the weekend retreat. The idea of having a weekend alone in quiet sounds amazing to me. That has been my “dream vacation” for a long time! On the same hand, the idea of going away to an unknown place with completely unknown people and an unknown routine is completely terrifying to me. I like the known. I like routine. I like the safety of predictability.
That being said, I applied and, depending on the outcome, I may face all those fears of mine so I can relax, recharge, rejuvenate. In the meantime, I really do have to do more self-care at home. Yes, a nice clean house is awesome, but so is a restful break. I made a weekly cleaning schedule. Perhaps I need to add-in a stretching, moisturizing, “do for myself” schedule.
Who can believe that January is already half over? The weekend was better than I anticipated. I guess entering it with anxiety and pessimism led to better things!
Saturday, we ventured to Ripley’s that included a terrible wax museum, a lame laser race, a cute mirror maze and a pretty good “7D” movie. The wax museum was quite funny but a tad horrific as well. Some figures did not resemble the celebrities at all. There was a whole area dedicated to the “Pilgrimage of Christ”. It was quite scary!
Sunday was pretty laid back. While Roger and Rob went to see Paddington, I cleaned the house. That was followed by a play date for Roger and a dinner date for Rob and I. That was some much needed time alone!
Yesterday, I had the day with Roger. We completed his homework in the morning, made some Roblox videos on his phone, went to Barnes and Nobles and Target, took him to his swimming class, had a play date at our house, took him to occupational therapy, and ate at Chick-fil-A. It was a very full and pretty easy day.
Today is the beginning of my work week and I was able to ride my bike for the beginning of my day. This afternoon I take Roger to a new psychologist. Unfortunately, with our insurance change, there are not that many options. I have not told Roger, and am a bit nervous to do so, so I am not looking forward to picking him up. I do not have high hopes, so perhaps all will go well…