Getting BItchy

For the last several years I've had people asking me to write a book, or a column, or something on my moral beliefs and views on decision making. Until recently, however, I hadn't found my voice for it. It has to be natural. It has to be real. It has to flow out of me like water through a colander.

Well, I found it. I found my voice. It's off topic for the Azdian Visitor's Center though, so I started a new blog. It's called the American Moral Middle. I will tell you now that, while I will try to keep it clean, some posts may not be suitable for children under 50.

As for everything else in my life... I got to go to party! It was the first time in 17 years that I've gone to a party, with or without kids, and was able to relax and just enjoy myself. Such can be life with autistic kids (or aspie spouses) however. Whenever there wasn't some ASD related problem I was too sick to enjoy myself. It's hard to enjoy yourself when your tired and nauseous from radiation treatments. It's also hard to be happy at all when you make the stupid decision of going to a karaoke bar with friends when your bone density is way down.  When the slightest move make you toss your cookies or break a bone.

So, party.  It was a nice little pool party, and yes, we brought the kids. They were great. I am so proud of them. The biggest problem we had was when the 8yo started crying because she couldn't find us. It was a really big house. But she found the host, and he dried her tears then sent her in our direction.

My diabetic 11yo did have a little too much sugar, but nothing major. I kind of expected that. She didn't even need an insulin shot though. Just a big spoonful of peanut butter.

People are always asking me if it ever gets any easier with autistic kids. Yes, yes it does. I don't expect things to go as smoothly next time, but hey, you never know.