Tagged with WORRIES

Intention

“Much—even most—meaning in conversation does not reside in the words spoken at all, but is filled in by the person listening. … [How] individuals will tend to interpret someone else’s words … depends more on the hearer’s own focus, concerns, and habits than on the spirit in which the words were intended.” –Deborah Tannen An … Continue reading

Fix

On the one hand, I can’t believe I suffered—for years—such anguish over meds. I imagined them as powerful and permanent. As irrevocably changing McDiesel’s personality and seeping into the essence of who he is.*  Some days, that undoubtedly would’ve been a good thing, but for a very long time I was first heartbroken and then … Continue reading

Comic

A few years ago, my supportive mother assured me that growing up with McDiesel would shape his big brother Typ into a tolerant, sensitive, and patient person. Typ would wind up an all-around good citizen for having to suffer the often unpredictable, incomprehensible, and unprovoked storms of McD’s behavior. McD’s behaviorist–tactfully–found this theory to be … Continue reading

Waiting

Maybe because I’m teaching a Women’s Studies course this Spring, and maybe because Carol of Words’ post about hugs really resonated, I’ve been thinking a lot about waiting rooms as empowering spaces lately. I think this is a safe generalization: When you have a kid with a special need, you spend a good amount of … Continue reading

Signs

We are getting close to meds. I can feel it. I’ve been seeing a lot of signs lately, even though I’m not sure signs really exist. Things are adding up, the scales are tipping, I’ve about given up. This week alone, I got my hair cut and had a 45-minute conversation with my stylist about … Continue reading

Gloucester

Six weeks into Kindergarten, this is already a school year of firsts: first Squiggly and/or Frowny Face on behavior chart, first successful boycott of carpool, and now, as of yesterday, first call home from teacher. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am, of course, surprised. Mrs. W. just wants to make us aware of An … Continue reading

Boycott

This morning, McDiesel successfully boycotts the carpool to school—for the first time in history. Five minutes before the horn honks in our driveway, he commences complete meltdown over having to go to school, having to go to school with them, having to go to school in their car. He is a mess. I have five … Continue reading

Genes

This morning, see psychiatrist. He is a colleague of Beloved Behaviorist, has multiple advanced degrees, and is very good. Asks how things are going, how kids are doing, all that. Laughs that Beloved Behaviorist asked him if he thinks I’m ADHD. Am pulled up short by this and clarify, “If I am ADHD?” He nods. … Continue reading

Squiggly

McDiesel’s new Kindergarten class newsletter explains the breakdown for daily reports which, in the past three years his older brother has been in school, I have never dreaded—or particularly paid attention to—before: Happy face Squiggly face Frowny face These three options seem at once overly simplistic and completely adequate. The school day is long and … Continue reading

Lingo

For a long time I have been super attuned to my expanded vocabulary. In kitchen drawers and between the pages of (what’s supposed to be) my gratitude journal I find notes where I’ve scrawled technical terminology that describes McDiesel. Mostly, I write these words because I love words. Words are what I’ve been trained to … Continue reading