Neurological Evaluations and Diagnosis: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me

I hung up the phone and started to cry. I was alone in my room so that I could speak to the doctor's office privately. I could hear my son starting to meltdown and my husband trying to help him in the next room. But I couldn't move. I could not open that bedroom door and go back to all the crazy. Not yet. The...Read More

Parenting An Explosive Child

I have been scratched, spat on, threatened, punched and called names. There are holes in the walls, windows that have been broken, iPads that will never be the same and stains on the ceiling that will not come out no matter how hard I scrub. Our school day often involves more than one book or pencil being thrown, and an anger so fierce I...Read More

Grieving My Child’s Diagnosis

When I was in high school, I learned about Elisabeth Kubler-Ross's Five Stages of Grief (the stages we go through when we are processing a significant loss or change). It was part of an assignment for a speech I was working on in debate class. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance I still have them memorized. One of the things I remember learning about...Read More

The Hardest Part Of Homeschooling My Children With Special Needs

My child ate kleenex in his therapy session last week. He nonchalantly picked up the box, pulled out a few pieces and started taking bites like it was a turkey sandwich. When he was done, he broke the box itself in half, put it on his head like a hat, and got back to coloring the picture the psychiatrist had asked him to draw....Read More

Sometimes The Basics Are The Most Difficult

My son showed me exactly how he planned to install a CPU into his computer yesterday. (If you don't know what that is, don't worry. You are in good company. I listen to my son tell me all about computer parts for most of the day, every day, and I am still not 100% sure I know what it really is.) He walked me...Read More