Welcome Back to the Land of the Not Quite Right: Or We Missed you and we’re all autistic here!

What a difference a day makes! Or perhaps it’s really just the effort of one girl who loves my son just exactly the way that he is. In all his oddity and weirdity, but extremely awesome wonderfulness.

Yesterday he tells me that the girlfriend and he have been talking about “the Asperger’s thing”. Turns out that she found a checklist and decided that he was everything on the list. I just wanted to shout, “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you!” Of course, when you’ve been told for four years that it’s not okay to be something, you get gunshy about saying it out loud. So, I’ve just been my normal self and showing that I’m okay with it. We all need models for behaviours in this world. So, my living everyday to the best of my ability, whether it’s a stimmy day or not, shows other people that autism is a spectrum and that if we learn the appropriate strategies, that it doesn’t have to make us “suffer”.

In the middle of all of this, I had to tell my son that there are resources available to him. He was amazed. So several calls to several agencies later, he has an appointment at Voc Rehab and I have a little clearer idea of what we need to do to get him in to services with the Bureau of Developmental Disabilities.

So, we went from I’m crazy and don’t know what’s wrong with him because Dad said so, to some divine intervention from a girlfriend and an acceptance for him. He may not be totally convinced, but at least, he’s willing to accept some help.

This to me is like watching the strobe light explode. I feel like I won a gold medal, an Oscar, and got voted president for life all wrapped up in one! We’re on a road and now we are going along! So, dear readers, cross your fingers, and let’s all hope that someone in the state of Ohio gets it, and realises what’s going on with him and helps him!

Everyone needs a little help sometimes! I just am glad that he came to me finally, because I don’t know where he would be right now without it. I have a sneaking suspicion that I would not have a living son, and if I did he would be extremely pissed off about it!

Another day in my surreal autistic life

It’s been a pretty exciting last month. Getting published and having Kale back in my life has certainly done wonders for my morale and well being. Although, I could do without the roller coaster ride of not knowing what’s going on with the court system and getting his college paid for.
I guess it’s just another way for the court to prove to me that they have more control over my life than I do, which as some of you might have guessed is absolutely intolerable in an autistic world.
I finally get an order to stop child support and then they slam me with an order to garnish my wages for an absolutely fictitious accounting of lawyer fees. Why are lawyers such bottom feeding whores? (Sorry, should have used my inside voice for that comment, it’s just that it’s so hard to keep that voice under control when I’m this frustrated with everything). How they expect me to help my son with college when his dad isn’t helping and pay 25% of my “disposable income” to a whore lawyer, I will never understand.
That’s another thing that irks me. WTF is disposable income? I am pretty damn sure that I don’t have any of that and if I did I could damn sure thing of better things to do with it than give it to some worthless lawyer. Sigh.
So, book sales are going pretty well. I’ve sold 50 books my self. Well, almost 50. So, we will see where that gets us….lol.
I’m pretty irked at the system in general for once again letting my ex off Scott-free, now I know where that term came from. He’s never had to pay for his ill and pathological behaviours in any way. They have always rewarded him for being a complete and total ass. Wow does that realisation bring my life into perspective. Not lol.
So, my ex will once again try and get out of contributing anything to Kale’s education whatsoever, or try to put some ridiculous constraints on it. Can you imagine them ordering an almost 20 year old to visit with a parent that he wishes dead? Mark my words, however, this is how that will go.
So, I’m trying to figure out how they made an accounting of the child support file and of course, am getting absolutely nowhere. Because no one in Delaware County seems to actually understand how math works.
I am just in a frenzy for some Delaware county (insert appropriate word here for yourself, because I’m sure there’s nothing that I can list here that will not get me put in jail) something.
So, dearest readers, contact me for payment info on the book, I promise that all profits go to helping my starving artist to stay in school.
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