For any of my long-time readers who wonder what happened to me? I am still here. I simply (?) became the mother to a teenaged son … with autism. Suffice it to say I am now “getting” why people felt sorry for, or were in awe of the fact that I was a special needs mom. Let me just say that the first 12-13 years of living with a diagnosis of autism have been a walk in the park, compared to the past 12-18 months … of having to raise another TEENAGER (Jessica is still alive and well but it was touch and go for us all for awhile there) … and this time one who cannot communicate his wants/needs/feelings/hatred of me.

NOT.AN.EASY.TIME. for anyone.

We have finally had to throw our hands up and beg for assistance … from doctors … teachers and behavior interventionists. This has been my life, while trying to hold down the only job that provides insurance benefits. So … if you wonder where I’ve been or why I don’t answer your texts, or emails or phone calls or comment on your Facebook status? Please don’t take it personally. I am still here … reading when I can. Missing my dear Xanga friends, and wishing I had more time to call my own.