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Happy New Year!!!

Guess who!!

Guess who!!

I cannot believe it’s 2015!!!  But first – a few musings on New Years Eve…

  1. Ryan Seacrest is a poor substitute for Dick Clark.
  2. All of the other hosts on the other programs featured people I’ve never heard of….
  3. I also have never heard of most of the acts that were “performing” (doesn’t anybody just sing anymore?  I’ve never seen so much lip-synching in my life!)
  4. I couldn’t care less whether or not I make it to midnight to see the ball drop!
  5. I’m not much of one for New Year’s resolutions.  I’m more of a beginning of school, September kind of gal.

I did get to thinking about resolutions that we make around this time of year.  Of course, there’s the usual losing weight, quitting smoking, getting healthier kind of fare.  And these are all laudable goals.  But why particularly, on January 1st?  Aren’t these things we should be striving for every single day?  It can also be rather overwhelming if you’re facing a goal of 30+ pounds to lose, or cutting out your regular 10 ciggies a day, or trying to start exercising if you hate it!  But I think that if you break your goals down into small, measurable steps, you’ll be surprised at how far you’ve come when you look back.

And, if you are a parent to a child with special needs, the future can be quite scary.  When we first moved into our present house 13 years ago, Henry was just beginning primary school.  Besides the fact that it felt like we jumped through hoops to get him accepted to this school in the first place, the other things that I worried about every day could be rather overwhelming.  Would he ever learn to read?  Would he ever “get” math?  Would he have friends?  Would he get kicked out of the school for acting out?  Never mind – would he ever graduate from high school, go to college/university, find a girlfriend, get a job, live on his own…. If I thought about these things, I would have driven myself crazy.  So Left Brain and I learned very quickly to only think about the things that were directly in front of our face at that particular moment.

If I could share my New Year’s resolution wish for all of those parents out there who are frightened and worried about the future, it would be:  “Deal with what you can at the moment.  Don’t beat yourself up – and don’t sweat the small stuff.”  As time passes, you might be surprised and amazed at how far you’ve come!

I’m Worth It (Part 2)

Ahhh - the good life!!

Ahhh – the good life!!

It was a dark and stormy Friday… but only over me.  I went to see my nutritionist and AFTER DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT, AND GOING TO BED HUNGRY EVERY NIGHT!!!!, I did not lose ANY weight for the week!  F**k!!!  I have been off sugar, wheat and dairy for 5 weeks now.  I am happy to admit that I feel a hundred times better – the pooch under my belly button feels SO much smaller.  But COME ON!!!!

During that week, I went to spinning class twice, ashtanga yoga three times, and got “walked”* by one of my besties.  OK – I will admit that during that week, I consumed 4 glasses of wine (and okay – one martini – because I was feeling especially cheeky and cocky that night…)  And I don’t even want to tell you how much my alcohol consumption has dropped – but it’s at least by half (if not more….)

Left Brain was working at home that day – I went in to his office to commiserate.  He immediately went into the “you have to look at the long game – think how much better you feel – blah blah blah…”  Of course he’s right – but I just wanted to be pissed off and mad for awhile.  And yes – to have a moment (or a couple of hours) silence, for my dearly departed tolerance for alcohol…

But here’s the good news…. In the past, I would have thrown up my hands and said “F**k it!”  If I’m going to be miserable and deprive myself and still not get results, I might as well do what I want.  Except doing what I wanted led to 30 pounds of misery – and not feeling like myself.  I realize I’m moaning and this is definitely a first world problem.  So – I put my head down, prepared a healthy dinner, and decided that damn it!!  I’m Worth It!  So I will keep trucking along, and do my best and feel better in the morning.  (And I really did feel better in the morning – the scale showed a 2 lb. drop!!!  Go figure….)

* Note to Self:  “Self!  Consider walking with friends who are slower and in worse shape than you…”  Her dog is getting older and didn’t want to do the long jaunt that morning, so I got walked… I should have been wearing a leash!

“The Uniform”

That was Robin's cape - we also had Batman & Superman...

That was Robin’s cape – we also had Batman & Superman…

“I’VE BROKEN MY BELT!!!!”, he bellows in a panic.  Now, this is a key part of his uniform – but having said that, I guess I wasn’t picking up on the immediacy of this problem!  Let me explain about “The Uniform”…

Since Henry was a little guy, he has gravitated to the same thing every day – whether it’s his attire or what he eats.  When he was little, he wore a superhero cape everywhere!  He especially loved running and looking behind him to see it fluttering in the breeze (there was also an Acadia hat that was worn…)

When he was a little older, there was an Acadia sweatshirt that his grandparents sent one Christmas to Left Brain – which was sized for a 12-year old…  This got worn until it fell apart – even during the heat of summer at camp.

Notice the toque... This was an accidental overlap of the whole hiphop-gansta thing...

Notice the toque… This was an accidental overlap of the whole hiphop-gansta thing…

Then the age of the baseball shirts – even though he hadn’t the slightest interest in the sport…

He had the Blue Jays, the Tigers & of course, the Yankees...

He had the Blue Jays, the Tigers & of course, the Yankees…

Then came the age of plaid shirts, jeans, belt cinched as tight as possible, and the ever present hat – which is a good thing, because it coincided with his proclivity to laser part his hair, and plaster each side down…

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So, having one part of his uniform on the IR (“injured reserved”), was causing him stress.  So, I reasonably asked whether or not his pants were in danger of falling down.  “ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT??!!”  Uh – no….  Then I asked him whether or not he could wait until Christmas break to get a new belt.  That idea was NOT flying…  After some conversation, we got to the root of the problem.  Although he is fastidious and dogmatic with his “The Uniform”, there were other bigger issues causing him stress and anxiety.

With exams approaching, he was worried about getting a high enough mark in math to ensure he gets admission to his chosen program at university.  Also, in the next week, he had to select all of his courses for semester 2.  So, after some calming discussion and problem solving together, he was a little more calm.

However… having said that – the next Saturday, I drove to The Shwa, with a new belt, a pizza and a big hug.

 

I’m Worth It!

Beauty!!!

Beauty!!!

I’ve been quiet for some time…  It’s been a time of reflection for me.  I’ve realized that I now have the time to embark on something big – something I like to call “The I’m Worth It Project”  (cue the beautiful sunrise and the sound of angels singing!!)  This sounds simple, and something fairly obvious, but it’s not…  Like Tiny Fey or Diane Keaton telling us that we’re worth it (Nice ‘n Easy – haha), I’ve finally realized this truth.  Actually, it’s a lot nicer and easier to just go to your hairdresser than colouring at home… but I digress… (and give me a break!!  Tina and Diane are not colouring their hair at home…)

Being an empty nester at last should be a triumphant celebration.  But as you know, it has not felt that way to me.  Recently, it was pointed out to me that I’m in a period of redefining my identity.  It’s not at all different from someone who has been let go from their job.  I feel lost….  But before I can decide what I’m going to do for the rest of my life (yikes!), I need to start feeling better (as in:  healthy).

In 2009, I had a hysterectomy.  Four months after that, I found an egg-sized growth on my thyroid.  (For you fellas out there, that’s an organ on either side of your collarbone that controls metabolism and hormones).  It was subsequently removed, and thank goodness, it was not cancerous.  So – I had a double hormone whammy.  I was thrown into premature menopause.  Sound like fun?  NOT!!!!

It’s amazing what an insidious thing feeling crappy can be…  It creeps up on you day after day – you hardly realize that you don’t feel so hot.  But because I’m not being distracted by everybody else’s needs these days, it hit me.  I don’t feel good – and I’m tired of not feeling like me.

So – here I go!  Back on the Christie horse!  Let’s see where this takes me!

Peace in the Universe (Part 2)…

So, I didn’t really think there was going to be a second instalment to this story, but there is!  After our uber-successful shopping expedition, I went on the hunt for more of these fabulous undergarments!  And so, last Saturday, I made my way to the Shwa to deliver the goods.

Saxx Success!!

Saxx Success!!

Of course, no visit would be complete without the accompanying

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The little rotter met me downstairs at the car, took the bag of underwear (plus his gloves, scarf, and too smallish winter jacket), and the box of pizza.  A big hug curb side and off he went.  That was the visit….  However, he did have a smile on his face…

Happy Hallowe’en!!!

FYI - They're shooting out their webs....

FYI – They’re shooting out their webs….

Recently, a friend of mine posted something from the ladies that bring you “Shut Up About Your Perfect Kid!”  I reposted on my timeline, but I thought it required a little more editorializing here…

“With Hallowe’en upon us, please keep in mind, a lot of little people will be visiting your home.  Be accepting.  The child who is grabbing more than one piece of candy may have poor fine motor skills.  The child who takes forever to pick out one piece of candy may have motor planning issues.  The child who does not say trick-or-treat or say thank you may be non-verbal.  The child who looks disappointed when they see your bowl might have an allergy.  The child who isn’t wearing a costume at all might have a sensory issue (SPD) or autism.  Be nice.  Be patient.  It’s everyone’s Hallowe’en.”

I have personal experience with all of these “syndromes” above.  #1 son is allergic to peanuts.  He never looked disappointed with the offerings he received, but he did later on in the night when I would pick over his haul and take out all of the offending candy.  (Later, after the kids went to bed, Left Brain and I would pig out on Reese’s peanut butter cups!)  Henry, is as you know, autistic.  The whole trick-or-treat thing confused him a little – all he liked was suckers.  But the concept of dressing up?!!!  Giddy up!  LOVED IT!!!!  I was once asked by one of the preschool teachers to please not let him come to school in a costume – because the other kids might want to dress up too!  HUH?!  This is preschool!  Who gives a s**t?!  And let’s be honest…  don’t we all secretly want to wear a cape out in public once in a while?*

Notice the cape?!

Notice the cape?!

Great friends of mine have a daughter who has CP – you couldn’t know a sweeter child.  She obviously has fine motor skills issues – and she can have as much candy from my bowl as she wants!  Her disability is immediately apparent – both of my sons’  are not – don’t assume you know what’s going on.  My children are not spoiled or ill behaved – nor am I an indulgent parent who lets their kids do whatever they want (at least not most of the time….)

As the quote states beautifully above, please be patient and kind.  Because these kids are doing the best that they can – and so are their parents.  Everybody deserves to experience the joy of dressing up and eating so much candy that you want to puke!!

Haunted house put on by the Grade 8 class!!

Haunted house put on by the Grade 8 class!!

* What would your secret super power be?  My sister can stick her stomach so far out she looks 12 months pregnant!  (She’ll be so pleased I decided to share that).  I’m not sure what mine is – this might keep me awake tonight!

Peace in the Universe

Last weekend, Brian and I travelled to The Shwa (those not in the know call this town, Oshawa).  We were delivering Henry’s birthday present to him – he was very specific about what kind of laptop he wanted, and what his technological requirements were…  hence, the delay in getting him his birthday present (one month late).  As well, he informed me that he needed new running shoes.  This, despite the fact, that I asked him this very thing before he left for college.  So, it appeared – we would be going on another shopping expedition – and this time, in unfamiliar territory.  You know how I love to shop…. (see earlier blog, “Please Don’t Make Me Go….)  Even more surprising – Left Brain volunteered to come with us.  Don’t tell me he isn’t feeling the Empty Nest Syndrome.  The last time that Left Brain and I went to a shopping mall on a Saturday afternoon was NEVER!!!  So be it…

Henry tells me that his old running shoes were hurting the back of his heels.  I found out, to my horror, that in the meantime, he had been rocking that sporty look of sandals with white socks!

At least his pants aren't this short!!!

At least his pants aren’t this short!!!

Egad!!!  Now I’m all for individuality and not caring about what other people think, but come on!!!  This is a definite fashion faux pas!!!  He said nobody cares what he wears on his feet – ah… yes, they do – they’re just too nice to say anything to you about it.  But I keep this thought to myself.

So off we go to the mall – with the rest of the entire town it seems.  There is no parking of course.  Left Brain meanders with a bewildered look on his face.  I suggest that he drop us off so we can get a head start and then he can catch up.  But he’s afraid of getting lost – uh – isn’t that what cell phones are for?!  But again, I exercise the restraint of a saint and keep this thought to myself (I picture Left Brain rolling his eyes at this).

So we find the Sportchek quickly – I zero in on the shoes that come in double wide.  We settle on a couple of pairs of Merrells.  As we’re leaving, Henry is diverted by the Under Armour display.  Last Thanksgiving weekend, I noticed that Henry had already gained his Freshman 15…  Everything is annoyingly convenient and close on campus – he’s not walking like he used to or climbing the 3 flights of stairs to his room about 10 times a day.  He said, “No – I’m just big boned!”  OK – well – he’s grown two new bones around his midsection!  So he suggests that he buy some shorts and t-shirts.  No problem.  This is going well!

Next, I’m diverted by the Saxx display*.  Let me explain, lest you are unfamiliar with this revolutionary new product.  These undergarments for men have compartments that separate the “boys” – so they don’t get all sweaty or mashed in together.  Honestly – how guys walk around with those things banging around in their pants is a mystery to me.  I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything!!  So, after a cursory look by Henry, we buy them.  (A test run is mandatory – these things are slightly expensive and non-returnable).

Good news…underweartextAll is right with the world – there is peace in the universe!

* Was going to post a picture of these stupendous underwear, but all of the images featured young men with substantial packages and 6-packs.  I could hear “Mrs. Robinson” playing in the background – decided to pass…

 

The Morning After…

Was Henry seeing this after all of those tests?  I might have been....

Was Henry seeing this after all of those tests? I might have been….

The days after our diagnosis were somewhat numbing.  It was also a time of reflection.  What did we need to do?  What had we already done?  Always listen to your intuition – nobody knows your child better than you!  Here’s what the team recommended:

  1. Henry should continue to receive speech therapy.  (Well duh…  We started him when he was         3, when he began junior kindergarten.  Of course, at the time, all of the speech therapists that were on the list for subsidized therapy had a 2-year waiting list.  So, we had been going once a week, for an hour, at approximately $100/hour.  Incidentally, we went until he finished grade 8 – you do the math…)
  2. We were told that he was well served at The Dunblaine School.  There was a social worker at school who ran a Social Skills group, which he was encouraged to participate in.  (Again, duh….  The school developed an individual curriculum, based on Henry’s needs.  Of course, getting into the school initially was a bit of a challenge, but that’s another blog post…)
  3. Continue to use a Direct Instruction method.  This approach emphasizes repetition and mastery, both of which were necessary for Henry to learn and consolidate new material.  (Boy – they’re not kidding!  We were beginning to despair that he might not learn to read, after 2 years at Dunblaine, but then it just started to kick in!  We weren’t sure that he wasn’t learning to read by memorizing a whole vocabulary!)
  4. Get an appointment with a paediatric neurologist.  Numerous people had mentioned Henry having staring spells.  They wanted to make sure that he didn’t have a possible seizure disorder.  (Whaaaat?  Holy Cow…  Decided to do a “Scarlet O’Hara” and not think about this today – I’ll think about that tomorrow…)
  5. Contact The Geneva Centre for Autism.  (I did this the next day.  They had great workshops for parents – to educate me – and social skills “classes” for Henry.  I took many courses and Henry participated in his social skills building classes for at least 5 years.)
  6. There was a list of books that were suggested.  (I’ll supply you with my favourites in another blog post.)
  7. This next recommendation I’ll quote verbatim; “Given Henry’s attentional concerns and his low average/borderline scores on our measures of visual and verbal attention, continued follow-up with Dr. “X” is recommended.  In addition, those working with Henry may wish to modify his environment somewhat, to facilitate his attending capabilities.  This may involve having him sit in a non-distracting part of the classroom (there is no such thing, by the way…), ensuring that eye contact is established prior to giving instructions or directions, periodically asking Henry (as well as other students, so that he doesn’t feel singled out) to repeat or paraphrase what is expected of him, and/or occasionally making eye contact with him so that he knows that the teacher is watching him.”  (OK – this one is a biggie…  Fortunately, because his school was for kids with learning differences, his teachers knew most of this.  But for every other activity that I took him to, I needed a sit down with the instructor to make sure they understood what they were dealing with.  This encompassed swimming lessons, karate, art classes, and summer camp – some of the instructors “got it”, and sadly, others did not.  Many of you parents who are in the same boat are nodding your heads….)
  8. Henry was encouraged to break down tasks into smaller, more attainable goals.  (Good advice for all of us – it’s like being told you have to lose 30 pounds.  Worry about the first 5, and then go from there.)
  9. There was a suggestion that certain medications might be tried to help with Henry’s attentional difficulties.  (This is another saga that I don’t have the strength to go into at the moment.)
  10. There is no 10 – but who ends a list at 9?

And so – we began.  A lot of what we had already been doing was correct.  But you must not question yourself constantly and worry about the end game.  That’s far too daunting and scary – we plodded along and pushed the peanut – celebrated our small victories and continued to work on the challenges.

 

I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues

OK - I know the song is not from this album, but it's the best artwork....

OK – I know the song is not from this album, but it’s the best artwork….

I’ve had a shitty week – there’s no other way to sugar coat this.  I’ve been seriously disappointed by some colleagues, and that’s not a life lesson that I needed to learn.

So, I had an overwhelming urge to talk to my kids.  Henry always manages to make me laugh (even though he’s not always trying…)  I called him first.  “Hi Henry…  I’ve had a rotten day and I called to get cheered up.”  “WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE CALLED ME THEN!!!!  Because I’m having a bad day too!”  OK then…  Guess we’ll talk about this later.  Coincidentally, John (#1 Son), was driving through town on his way to Guelph for homecoming.  And of course, there was a required stopover for cash…  But I have to say that #1 Son is a great hugger, and I felt better after he’d been through.

How do we deal with the blues?  On this occasion, I felt like I’d been through a battle – I was exhausted.  I needed to sleep, but couldn’t.  And when I could sleep, I’d wake up with the same dark feeling.

I’ve reconciled myself with what happened to cause this feeling.  I need to move on with my life and I refuse to let this get me down.  I’m blessed to have a partner who is unwaveringly supportive and loving – Left Brain’s “Momma Bear” instincts came rushing to the surface to protect me.  He was as wounded as I.  So, as a team, we, and I will prevail.

Does Henry know that he is not on his own?  When he’s feeling overwhelmed, anxious, agitated and/or “down” – does he know that all he has to do is reach out?  This worries me – he’s made some friends/acquaintances, but I don’t think he’s surrounded at school by people who always have his back.  I plan to connect with his disability advisor in the next couple of days to get a sense of how she thinks he’s coping.

And what was bothering Henry when I called him?  He’d been assigned a partner to do an assignment in one of his classes.  He could not connect with this other student, and was stressing about failing an assignment.  In the end, he completed the assignment on his own and handed it in….

The Second Time Around – Part 2…

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I left you after we had consulted an educational consultant for options of elementary schools.  We found a wonderful school, called The Dunblaine School, where Henry began his “academic” career.  This school is a place for children with learning disabilities, which encompasses a whole grocery basket of learning differences.  The first year of course, was chaotic.  New environment, new kids, new teachers.

The second year in, his teacher (same one as first year), met with us and encouraged us to get a diagnosis for Henry.  His teachers needed some guidance in how to help Henry.  A lot of the kids that were enrolled in the school, already had a diagnosis.  In fact, when meeting other parents, you quickly got to the “what does your kid have?” part.  When I vaguely talked about a speech disability, a Mom who became a very good friend, said, “Ah…  he’s NYD.”  In the world of short forms, (ADD, ADHD, OCD, ASD/PDD), I was confused.  I had not heard this one.  “What’s that?”  I asked.  “Not yet diagnosed,” she replied.  Yes – it was time to find out specifically what the trouble was – not some half-assed, vague language/speech difficulty.

I began with my family doctor.  She knew about a reading disability study that was being conducted at The Hospital for Sick Children.  She thought it would be helpful to participate – although it was a significant time commitment.  All of the members of our family had to be assessed.  But she reasoned that it was a back door way of getting into this department and having Henry assessed by the best.  She also referred me to a consultant paediatrician, who specialized in ADD/ADHD.   Let’s start with the Sick Kids study.

I just read over that report again.  It makes your head spin.  First of all, I tallied the number of “tests” that were administered to try to gain an understanding of Henry’s difficulties.  I counted 33 tests!  This kid was 8!!  Can you imagine sitting for any period of time and taking 33 different tests?!  Anyways, out of the 33, he was above average in 5 of the tests, and average on 4 of the tests.  If you’re doing the math…  that means he was well below average on the remaining 24 tests; many of them below the 1st percentile…  If you’re a parent – how would that make you feel?  I felt like throwing up on the spot!  And scared….  Even reading this report again after 11 years, I feel light-headed…  And they reported that his answers on some of the tasks were nonsensical.  An example:  He was asked, “What must you do to make water boil?” and his response was, “with some blood so I make it into poison.”  WTF??!!  I mean – did the clinicians think that this kid had no sense of reality or his parents were devil worshippers?!  I can only surmise that when Henry felt stressed, he mentally checked out into his own little world and was maybe recalling some reference – and let me tell you – he was stressed almost every day.  If you have processing difficulties and you’re in school all day trying to decode what the hell people are trying to tell you, aren’t you going to “check out” on a regular basis?

So…  were we freaked out?  Yeah!   But since this study was not to provide an assessment, they could not give us a diagnosis.  But what they did give us was a referral to a Psychologist, who had a practice in Developmental Clinical Neuropsychology (yikes!)  So…  here we go again…