I'm trying to handle Gavin's hallucinations in a calm manner. We listen to all his stories allow him to talk to us about his adventures. Today was one of those days that he was deeply entrenched in hallucinated world's. In the picture below, you can see how he documented his poker game with his less than visible friends. Gavin was the winner of the poker game, Sonic came in second and Manic was the third place winner. I always find it interesting how these things work out because he never likes to lose at anything in real life. He doesn't lose to his less than visible friends either.  Some how, he always seems to win, although he does admit to cheating. As crappy as this situations is, it's a real…

It's really weird.  About 2 years ago, I developed seasonal allergies for the first time in life. I went the first 33 years of my life without them.  Over the weekend I ran out of my allergy meds and couldn't get them refilled until today.  I was fine all weekend. Even after cutting the grass. That said, I wake up this morning and can't stop sneezing.  My right eye won't stop watering either.  It's pretty miserable..  I picked up my prescription but I probably won't feel better until tomorrow morning.  There's no doubt it could be worse and I'm grateful  that Zyrtec controls them so well.  I'm so looking forward for tomorrow.  Perhaps, if Lizze is feeling up to it, I'll take some Benadryl to get me through the day. …

Gavin informed me this morning that he would be gone for most of the day. Apparently, there's a major battle going on in Sonic land and he will be fighting at Sonic's side all day. I didn't get  many specifics because he was in a hurry to go help his visibly challenged friends. All I could think to tell him is that I wanted him to be  careful and I didn't want him to get hurt. Before I could even finish what I was saying, he was off to war. To Gavin, this is very real and to me, this is very concerning.  In my writing, I have stopped using the word imaginary to describe these things because I think it conveys the wrong message.  This isn't his imagination and…

I want to do a little exercise with all of you today.  As a parent to a special needs child, it's really, really easy to feel like a bad parent at times. Whether it's the world making assumptions or you being too hard on yourself, it's easy to feel bad. Trust me, I understand completely what that's like.  This exercise is really simple and I'll go first. Here's what you do. Simply fill in the blanks.  Follow my example below and add your to the comments below. I'm a good parent because I love my kids and while I make mistakes, I learn from them and never give up. This site is managed almost exclusively via WordPress for Android. Please forgive any typos as autocorrect HATES me. ;-) Follow @Lost_and_Tired Visit…

Autism affects more than 1 million children and adults in the United States, and parents may be confused by the behavior of autistic children. This book provides help-and hope-by explaining the differences between various types of autism and delivering…

I thought I would open up the floor and offer to answer any questions that you might have about our recent experience of being investigated by Child Protective Services. We have nothing to hide, so feel free to ask your questions.  I'll do my best to answer anything I can.  This was a learning g experience for us and I'm happy to share what we've learned.  This site is managed almost exclusively via WordPress for Android. Please forgive any typos as autocorrect HATES me. ;-) Follow @Lost_and_Tired Visit the My Autism Help Forums To reach me via email, please Contact Me

Sunday was one of those rare days that I got a ton of shit done.  Yes, I said shit. Sometimes I cuss, what can I say. Anyway, Lizze was down almost the entire day.  She's was in too much pain to even walk without the use of her cane.  Despite all the obstacles of the day, I managed to weedeat the yard and cut the grass. Lizze was watching the boys while I was outside, in case anyone was wondering.  I also did 6 loads of laundry.  I washed, dried, folded and sorted everything.  All of the laundry baskets that had clothes waiting to be folded got done as well, on top of the 6 other loads. Gavin put all his clothes away and everyone els  has their own basket. …

For some reason I can't explain, I feel a renewed sense of hope.  Hope is something that doesn't always make an appearance in our lives.  It seems like more often than not, despair is the word of the day.  I can't explain it but for some reason despair has been replaced with hope. This sorta happened towards the end of the day. Out of nowhere, I just felt like everything is going to be okay.  How long will this feeling last? I have no clue. Being that we are working our way towards Monday morning, I wouldn't be too surprised if that takes its toll.  Having said that, I'm more than grateful to be able to lay my head down tonight with a sense of peace. Whenever hope comes for…