Friday, February 09, 2018


Thank God January is over.  Now it's almost Lent and then there is always the promise of Spring.  Poor Anthony and the winter, he just doesn't do well at all when he doesn't get out a certain amount of the day.  I wish so much that we could go for walks like we used to, jeez we used to walk everywhere around our house downtown.  Ha, I look back on Dumbbell Joanne Kehoe at that time, we walked the same exact route every time we walked it, Anthony couldn't stand to vary it at all.  I can't believe I wasn't more sure that he had autism, I wish I had just been able to accept it and move on.  In the same exact way every time, ha!  

Anyway, the Parents Night Out went really well! The girls weren't able to go because I messed up the paperwork, I blame the lady who runs it but it could be me, I suppose.  We went and got him at like 9:00 and not 10:00 and he had had not one but TWO accidents and was wearing a giant pair of shorts held up with a rubber band when we got there, but still - it went okay.  He did it! He did it and he didn't go crazy and attack any medically fragile children, so I'm calling it a win.  I never see him the way other people do, though.  We walked in to Easter Seals Crossroads, I mean, you are basically not there unless you have some sort of Special Need, right? So we walk in and tell the dude at the desk that we are there for Parents Night Out and that man cut his eyes at us and said doubtfully, how old is he? I said "he's 12!", and breezed right by him.  The cut off is 13, I know, and he is big and tall for his age but man! How welcoming! What a lovely and warm human to have at the front desk!  

I have been taking him to speech on Tuesday and Little Star on Wednesday so Mike can get to his draconian office on time and it's been going well.  It's not great, he is sometimes crazy with me, but it's been OKAY plus it's nice to spend more time with him.  Sometimes I feel like I never see him and then I think, I don't want to see him, I don't want to get hit in the face all the time.  BUT then I think maybe he is hitting me in the face because he misses me? Not in a Streetcar Named Desire way but like, he is trying to get my attention? So we will see, things are going okay with him and me so maybe more time together will be good.  

What else.  He needs a haircut.  I dread it but we will probably have to do it soon.  He is so tall, I kind of can't blame that guy for saying he looked older, he was like a giant among Liliputians that night at the Parents Night Out thing.  I swear he is taller every morning when he wakes up than when he went to sleep.  

Lately he has been using his iPad for saying how he feels - not with me but with his speech therapist.  She had us make videos of all of us on his iPad, saying hi and that we were at school/work right now but we'd see him later.  He has been saying that he missed me and so I guess this is a comfort to him.  Everyone is so good, I was like, hey sit here and make a video for Anthony.  Say Hi, it's Felicity, I'm at school right now, but I'll see you later! and she just did it.  They love the camera, ha!  

Wednesday, January 24, 2018


Is January the longest month or is that just me? Mike and I are not drinking for January and looking back at our December selves, I think what the hell?  What in the WORLD were we thinking? Why would it be a good idea to not drink during January when February is right after it? The shortest month! I don't even know.

Anthony is doing okay, Christmas break is over, we had a FOUR day weekend for MLK day, even though he was not scheduled to have off on Monday.  We all had a snow day on the Friday before it, my school was closed, the girls' school was closed, it was in fact pretty bad out, especially later in the afternoon. I took the girls to a 1:35 movie and it was okay getting there but it was SUPER rough getting home, so we weren't mad about that.  But Monday was a SHOCK, I have to say.  Whatever, I've said before, we can only do what we can do.

Anyway, on that Monday, I had bought tickets to Sky Zone for the girls so they had to go and I didn't think Anthony would enjoy it because I figured it was going to be crowded.  Mike ended up taking the girls and I stayed home with Anthony and we had a pretty nice time! He really was good, he has had many nice moments over the last few weeks.

Last night I had dinner with my sister, it's Devour Indy, the Restaurant Week of Indianapolis and we went to a new small plates place which was super good.  I was waffling whether I would go out with her after but it was so cold out I decided just to go home, after the grocery.  Thank GOD I did, because there had been a terrible, TERRIBLE T E R R I B L E poo situation in his room that poor Mike was just finishing cleaning up when I got home.  I know from experience that that is the WORST, here you have just cleaned up the worst mess you ever saw and then the other person gets home when it's cleaned up and you feel BAD, like you wish you had pictures or something because here YOU have it burned on your brain and the other person just has no idea.  Ugh. it's the worst! Anyway, so he had this poo explosion nightmare last night and then he was super rotten this morning.  Thankfully he was good here, and he didn't start to mess with me until we were in the parking lot of his school, taking off his seat belt, etc.  He poked me right in my eye on the way in and then he lay down in the doorway and after a minute I just left.  Boy I am not really loving his morning therapist, but that is mostly because she doesn't seem to like him.  He has only ever had one other therapist in eight years that I have felt this way about and it's very unnerving.  I am guessing it's me and hoping for the best.

This Friday is the first Parents Night Out, if you are reading this and could say a prayer or think positive thoughts for us/him Friday night, I would appreciate it.  I would just love it if he could do this, use some waiver funds, maybe he could have some fun, maybe WE could have some time where we are not so tense and miserable?  Wouldn't it be nice! We will see.

Friday, December 15, 2017


I remember reading years ago that the word 'teen' was from the Latin root for angst or misery or something.  Lately I've been thinking about it because I feel like our lives are pretty hard - I mean, we are not breaking rocks, we have a roof over our head, we have MORE than just that, we have a good life but overall, it's just hard and challenging to put so much energy into constantly fighting and arguing and saying, but wait! We need more than this! This is not fair! And then I think they are going to get harder, maybe exponentially, when Anthony becomes a teenager and then an adult.  It is daunting, to say the least. 

Today we are supposed to find out from Anthony's center whether or not he can go there next Friday, the following Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday.  They are closed from the 22nd through January 2, but because we, and, I assume, other people who have their child in therapy and not at a typical school, have complained that it's hard on their kid to be off like they are not in need of this therapy.  The more I think about it, the madder I get.  This year there was a poll to take, will you send your learner in if we had these days available? So of course Mike and I filled the poll out YES for all the days, then we get a form that we can fill out last week, where we can say AGAIN what days we would like him to come, THEN we find out that if a therapist wants to work, maybe he can come.  Um.  As Mike said, that is so _____ stupid, who will come to work if given an option to NOT come to work? And to add insult to injury, they are closed next Friday, when the girls are still in school and when all three are taking part in the Christmas program at THEIR school, so we are assuming that we are going to find out that no therapist wants to work so Mike will have to stay home with Anthony.  I had already gotten a sub at work that day because of the program and the girls' early dismissal.  What can you do? I complained and I am told about all the things that happen during a shut down, floors cleaned and waxed, painting, etc., etc. and I think - who cares? I don't care! I understand what happens during a shutdown! They used to have a shutdown at my Dad's company, because they were a FACTORY! Hospitals don't have shutdowns! The place where Anthony and Veronica go to speech therapy is closed the day after Christmas and that's it.  I am also told that in order to stay competitive with the schools, they have to give out holidays like the school to get good therapists.  Um.  What schools have ABA therapists?  The whole CRUST OF THE BISCUIT is that ABA therapists are not teachers, that an ABA therapy center is not a school, what in the everloving hell?

So.  There's that.  We have accepted the fact that Anthony will probably be home, and we are planning accordingly.  We are doing rakishly okay with respite care.  We really like Anthony's new respite staff person, she is very nice, studying special ed, nice to the girls and to our damned dog, who is the neediest jerk you have ever met.  But Anthony is so challenging lately and there are times when he - oh, moves out of his seatbelt when you are driving, or lays down on the floor of the car, or drops down to the floor in the mall, or or or - just terrible behavior.  So we are working on it, as usual.  We have been taking the girls out on Monday and Wednesday so they can be home and maybe be a little more relaxed about going out and it's going okay.  His program manager came to the house for one of his sessions and gave the woman who does his respite some tips, I mean, maybe it will work out.  Maybe not, maybe this is just how it is, maybe he will just get crazier and crazier until he kills us all, who knows? WHO KNOWS? But presumably, as long as he doesn't, maybe she and he can do some stuff during the break and he won't be too miserable. 

I found out about this Parents Night Out at Easter Seals Crossroads through a Special Needs Parent group that I'm in on Facebook (which I'm not even on right now for Advent, it was making me too crazy and no kind of Christian). I emailed the person and called the other person and NOBODY got back to me, so I just printed out the forms and filled them out and mailed them in with a note about how NOBODY had gotten back to me.  The woman who runs it called me and said she was so sorry, blah blah blah.  Then she said Anthony is almost aged out of the program, in June he will be 13, and he could do a teen group but it's in Carmel, and it sounds like Anthony needs one on one care and they don't offer that so it's probably not a good option.  This is the first thing she says to me.  I'm like, okay well, how about the next six months, can we talk about that? She says, yes, but it might not work out for that either, because (and not in so many words) she says that Anthony's behavior sounds pretty crazy and they have 'medically fragile' people there and also neuro typical siblings who can be as young as six months old and they might be in danger if Anthony is there.  This is hard to hear.  First of all, all she has said to me is negative bullshit about my son whom she has never met and second of all, she sounds like an absolute idiot.  I mean, it's Autism 101 that you don't put the slappy 12 year old around the medically fragile six month old? And why isn't Anthony medically fragile, only the way that he expresses HIS disability is that he has some behavior problems?  I asked her if she had other kids with autism there and she said yes! They had many autism experts there! And behavior therapists! They had a whole autism department AND different rooms there and a sensory room!  THEN WHAT IS THE PROBLEM? I want to say, but I don't.  I said I find this to be a very negative reaction, that before you say anything you say all the things that could go wrong, and I find it especially negative when you only called me back after I called, emailed, and finally used the UNITED STATES POST OFFICE to beg you to get back to me.  And do you know what she said to me?  She said I'M SORRY YOU FEEL THAT WAY.  I mean, really! Who still issues that non apology? Don't we all know that's not a thing anymore? I said I'm sorry too! Sorry that you made me feel this way when all I get is negativity and bullshit from the regular world and you are a place for people with disabilities! I'm SUPER sorry about that! So I said, what is the next step? What else do you need from me? And she said, all Hoosier buttsore that I told her what time it was, that the next step was for her to do an assessment and then she would call me back.  I said okay I will wait for you, then she sent an epilepsy seizure plan and I sent it back and she sent an email that said "this is the confirmation that I have received the seizure plan". I was DYING to send an email back that said "this is the confirmation of the confirmation beep boop" but I didn't.  So we wait, if she deigns to get back to me, maybe he will be able to go to a Parents Night Out and then if he is badly behaved or has any problems, I guess she can say he can't go anymore.  Did I say this is a respite thing? That he "gets" to go to it because he has the Medicaid Waiver. 

He has the wrong kind of autism, I'm made to feel all the time.  I ran into a woman with whom I used to work a few weekends ago and she mentioned her grandson had autism.  I said oh how is he doing? She said he's great! He's on the Chess Team at his school! Oh, I always think.  Never mind.  But I was talking to Anthony on the ride home yesterday, I said you know Anthony, you have autism.  And that makes you behave in some funky ways, you have different reactions to things than the girls do because they don't have autism.  That's why you go to your school and they go to their school, you have different gifts and abilities.  I said Daddy and I love you and we are proud of you and we will never stop trying to help you, we will get through this! And Anthony said, wheeeeee youuuuu!, which I imagined as thank you, Mom, that support means the world to me.  I am going to keep repeating positive things until they come true, or I lose my mind and drive off the road, whichever comes first. 

Monday, September 04, 2017

Labor Day

Anthony is really putting the labor in Labor Day, if you know what I mean.  This child hates a holiday.  He has been hitting me a lot today, it is hard to take but I feel like I've said all I can say about it.  He's only getting bigger, I used to think we had to work so hard while we could so that he could ... not be so big and still be so badly behaved? I don't know, I feel like it's easier to take from a smaller person, bad behavior.  I get so, so down about it.  It makes me argue with everyone, makes me a bad mother, person, friend, certainly wife.  I'm still a good waitress but that's it.

Thursday, April 20, 2017


Anthony is going to be 12 in two months! Crazy!

He is doing okay, he is hitting me less, which I think is a combination of him improving and also me not being around much.  I've been working a lot and busy with the girls stuff so we haven't seen each other too much.  He has been getting out a little bit more with his respite girlfriend, the weather has been better, they've been swimming and going to parks.  I wish he had more time with her, or with someone, but it's an imperfect system.  Even though his place pays pretty well, we can't find anyone to do this job.  He should get 12.5 hours a week of respite and we are lucky to use six.  We are trying, but it is trying, too.

Last night I took Maria and Felicity to Maria's first baseball game.  I was talking to this other mom, who also has four kids, Boys 13 and 11 and girls, 7 and 5.  This mom was saying how she is such great friends with other parents from school, how much stuff they do with other baseball families, which just makes sense, it seems, because their boys have played baseball together, been together a LOT for six months out of the year for the last seven years.  I was thinking how nice that would be, to be social and friendly with people because you have things in common, things that your kids do together so you do them together.  We just don't have that and it's too bad, because I really have always enjoyed being friends and social with people.  I don't think Mike cares as much but it feels really unnatural to me to not be friends with people.  It's a strange situation.

Anyway.  Anthony is going to be doing this bike thing this summer and you have to buy a bike, so I am going to ask people who would give him a birthday present to contribute to his bike fund.  I am looking into how much it costs, I have so much to do, it seems, recently.  I'll be glad when the girls are done with school and we can relax a little, ha ha just kidding!

Thursday, March 02, 2017

I Can Shine

Yesterday, Anthony's longest with him therapist (I'm trying not to say oldest), Pam, was saying how far we've coming.  Remember when he was lying on the ground for HOURS a day yelling and screaming? Look how far we've come! It made me feel really good, because we have come far.  Even though it stinks that he is pushing me and hitting me, it won't last forever.  I HOPE.

I just signed Anthony up for this biking program this summer, I am SO hopeful that he can learn how to ride a bike! Say a prayer it works, I really think he'd like to ride a bike!

Wednesday, February 15, 2017


There must be something nice to say, right? It can't be all bad.  We got Anthony some boots for Christmas and they fit but he kind of hates them.  We have to move him into some shoes that aren't Crocs, because he was barely putting his foot in them, it's winter, etc., you know, things were just bad with the shoes.  So.  I got him these boots and they were okay but not great because he'd wear them and 'tolerate' them at Little Star but he'd always pull his foot out of one and sort of walk on the sides of his feet and I was worried he'd trip.  Elizabeth, his respite girlfriend, took him to try on sneakers on Saturday and although we didn't end up going with the pair that she bought we were able to find a EXTRA WIDE (4E!) size nine pair of sneakers from Penneys and he is wearing them today.  So maybe that will be good.  I want him to be comfortable but he also has to wear shoes of some kind!  So I hope it works out.

He's in a good situation with speech and occupational therapy.  They each see him separately and then co treat for a while every week and it seems to be going well.  I like both of his therapists and they send me an email every week to say what they are working on.  His speech therapist is the same as Veronica's, and he has speech on Tuesday and her Wednesday but she REALLY didn't like me talking about Anthony on her time so now I get an email and everyone is happy.  Happier.  Ha!

My Uncle Leo send the kids gift cards for Christmas, and my Uncle Kevin sent money for them so we got some new clothes for Anthony, some long sleeved shirts and they are really cute.

He can be very affectionate, he does this thing where he holds and caresses your face.  He does it to me, Mike and sometimes to his therapists and it's very endearing.

Elizabeth, his respite girlfriend, is very nice and things have been going well.  Because I am making a positive spin on things, I won't mention that he threw his iPad out the window this weekend when he was out with her and we lost it forever.  Live and learn, I guess, we should have told her to keep the windows shut, especially if he is in the back, ha!  I have a nice and sweet old friend who emailed me and asked me if she could send us a gift to contribute to the new iPad.  We are okay and I told her that, but that really puts a positive spin on it, right? Isn't it nice how someone is always there to be nice and wonderful?

Here's some pictures.