Category Archives: Questionable Parenting

Judgement

Confession: Cub takes at least 12 medications a day. 

Why? Because that’s what he needs to be successful. 

Why is it a confession and not a statement? Judgement. 

I was refilling Cubs medication dispensers tonight when I said to Tiger, “I think people would judge us if they knew how many pills we give our child each day.” He replied “you are right. Maybe even report us.” And then I said “I keep it a secret because I’m embarrassed. I feel like it presents as poor parenting and I want to protect him and us from judgement.”

This is what it’s like to be an autism parent. While our child is navigating an uncharted path in the world, we are second guessing everything, ourselves included. We are constantly walking a tightrope of empowering and protecting our children. 

I don’t want people to see his explosive meltdowns. “I keep it a secret because I feel like it presents as poor parenting and I want to protect him and us from judgement.”

I don’t want people to notice his tics (mouth noises, tongue turning, etc). “I keep it a secret because I feel like it presents as poor parenting and I want to protect him and us from judgement.” 

I don’t want people to see his intervention tools (headphones, fidget tools, weighted vest, pull-ups, etc.). “I keep it a secret because I feel like it presents as poor parenting and I want to protect him and us from judgement.” 

I keep this blog anonymous. “I keep it a secret because I want to protect him and us from judgement.” 

I started this blog because I needed this blog 7 years ago. I needed someone who would be real, honest, raw, and forthcoming. So here it is: Cub’s medications

New pack member

Announcing a new pack member. A furbaby. We will call her Simba. 

Simba is a rambunctious puppy. We had been slowly looking for a small dog that doesn’t shed much with a calm disposition. We saw this girl’s photo on the internet and within 24 hours we drove the 7 hours to pick her up. 

I know what you’re thinking and you are right. Tiger and I need to work on the definitions of  “slowly” “small” “shed” and “calm.” But in our defense, life as special needs parents means flexible thinking!! Simba has been quite the addition to our family. Truthfully, it was already so chaotic she’s not disrupted the norm. 

She’s a good dog with some bad habits. We have 12 yr and 11 yr old GSDs who are wonderful and predictable. Their spirits have been broken over the years and they are submissive easy going happy old girls (Monster and whatshername). Simba is a puppy who takes ever opportunity whether she’s allowed to or not. 😳🙄 nothing is off limits. So we have our work cut out for us! 

The boys absolutely love her and she is kind and playful with them. That’s really all we could ask of her! Just Love these boys as much as we do and we will work through the rest of it. Welcome to the family Simba!! 

Turlephant- Literally

Cub was given this assignment: take home this turkey and make him a disguise so he won’t get noticed and eaten at Thanksgiving. Cute assignment, right?

No. Not for my literal Cub. We sat down at the table to start the homework assignment. I explained. Cub looked at the paper for a while. Then said, “That turkey is paper. No one would eat that. That’s ridiculous.”

Ugh. So I bribed him with ice cream to turn his paper turkey into another animal. Parenting win!

Get Real

Sometimes we just need to get real. The internet is full of false realities and I cannot stand it. Being a special needs mom, I want to read a blog that airs all the dirty laundry and makes me feel like I’m not alone. I want to read about the tough times. That’s why I love this blog @Halfasgoodasyou 

 cupcakes

Cub had red-dye for the first time in 20 days and well……. paragraph 4 from that blog sums it up well. My child was a little asshole (and I can say that because I’m his mom.)  THIS is the kind of blog I’ve been looking for: diary-quality struggles out there on the internet for all the world to see. Thanks for restoring my faith in myself. This is hard and I’m not crazy.

So now here we are, experimenting with natural red dyes so that Cub doesn’t have to miss out on all the Valentine’s day fun. The cupcakes on the left side rocked! The right side tasted like rocks….. Can’t win them all, folks.

Christmas

Well, it’s Christmas time again! Cub was so excited when he saw his gifts! He shot the basketball and make a goal on the first try! We told him to hang it up right then and there as the best of all time.

I do have one funny exchange to share. Cub got a helmet from Santa to use when he is riding his Radio Flyer.

He held it up and asked, “what’s this?” Tiger: “it’s a helmet” Cub: “why?” Tiger: “because you do dumb stuff” Cub: “ohhhhh”

Probably a better way to word that but it is what it is, kid. You wear us out with your crazy antics. Best to keep a helmet on!