Autism is about extremes. Madness and Miracles. Every day brings HavocandShine. My God, I'm tired.
Come on in!
Hi from Havoc and Shine!
It's not always pretty, but it's always (mostly?sometimes? occasionally?)hopeful.
It's usually messy, and sometimes self-construed as whiny.
Oh, and God. God works better for me than my valium. Might be different for you, and that's okay.
And You, regardless of who you are, who you think you are, or who you think you should be, you are always welcome.
There is light. I've seen the dark and I've seen the difference. Come on, I'll show you...
When old friends find out where I am and what I'm doing, they say things like, "No, really, is she dead?" Far more likely than these deep south days consumed by the chaos, havoc and shine of autism and misaligned motherhood. Not enough Havoc? Insufficient Shine? Try Autiesmama over at Twitter. No promises--I'm just trying for bedtime w/o bloodshed.
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