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Sunday, November 21, 2010

My First Guest Poster!

You know what's awesome about somebody guest posting? I don't have to think of anything to write AND I get a shitload of referral traffic from somebody who is more popular than me. I simply do not see a downside to this process.

As I said before, I have offered my blog to the wonderful, funny, fabulous, gorgeous Lynn, the Autism Army Mom and as I suspected, she did not disappoint. Oooh, I hope Ann finds it!!

Take it away, Lynn!

UPDATE: So many people want to see my car now! Here's the post where I show my shame: Mom My Ride

I lived in Northern California for 7 years in the 2000's.  Audrey was delivered at Stanford and then was diagnosed with autism at the very same place almost exactly two years later.  I was completely lost at that time...living far away from home and going through the worst time of my life.  I didn't have that many friends out there, let alone anyone who understood what I was going through.  Of course, since I've been blogging I've "cyber-met"  tons of cool special needs moms from the Bay Area, the foremost being Jill.  Where were all of these people when I needed them??? 

When I lived out there, my only exposure to fellow special needs parents was via the reception area of the clinic where Audrey did some of her Early Intervention therapies.  Here was my posse at that time:

--  Crazy lady who was in never less than a semi-hysterical state over her son.  She never stopped talking and, unlike others who shied away from copping to their kids' diagnoses, she screamed from the rooftops that her son had AUTISM!!!!!!!  She was a total oversharer and let everyone know that she had rented an apartment in another city just to be in a better school district.  I was pretty sure that this was illegal and filed it away in the back of my mind in case I ever needed to use it against her.

--  Filipino family who traveled in a pack of no less than 18.  Took up all the chairs. 

--  Mom who constantly wrung her hands over her son who was absolutely fine.  There was nothing wrong with this kid.  Other than the fact that he had three older sisters and his mom had not yet figured out that boys are kinda slow and dumb.

--  Crazy dad who spewed a constant stream of venom against our school district.  In his defense, San Jose Unified was the spawn of Satan, but he never talked about anything else and with such raw anger and spittle-flying invective that it was more than a little unnerving.

--  Mom whose son was just diagnosed as she found out she was pregnant with #2.  She did a lot of rocking and staring off into space.

--  Dad who worked for the same company as my husband.  About 100,000 other people in the Bay Area did as well, but somehow they were both in the same Toastmasters class.  This guy never copped to his kid's diagnosis, but I'm pretty sure he knew about Audrey's because every speech that my husband gave was about autism.  And how his daughter had it.

It was such a surreal time.  A time when you needed all the support that you could get, yet were surrounded by people who were going through the same thing and perhaps not in the best place to forge new friendships.  If I had met these people under any other circumstances would I have gotten a completely different impression of them?  If I had met someone like Jill under those circumstances, would we have been friends?  Or would I have just thought of her as the crazy lady with the really dirty car?  Seriously, have you seen her car?

And what would their memory of ME be like?  Luckily, I haven't run across their blogs, so I've been spared their waiting-room reminiscing about the crazy lady in the dirty White Sox t-shirt with the puffy eyes and the 30 pound kid who couldn't walk.


Big Daddy Autism said...

You think maybe Ann was in that waiting room as well? What say you Ann?

Btw, my son got his "official" diagnosis when my wife was pregnant with our daughter. It was a bit stressful to say the least.

So happy to see the two mommy bloggers "most likely to be mistaken for sailors on shore leave because of their salty language" in the same place.

Jen said...

haha, I bet Ann was the crazy lady oversharer, has to be given our experience of her!! Maybe if we all put out a post 'Calling Ann' then we could get her to surface again?

Anyway, I honestly don't recall people in the waiting rooms, I probably would have been the 'totally wrapped up in her wild toddler and new baby' woman, with not time to notice anyone else!! Must pay more attention............


bbsmum said...

I was obsessed with making people cups of tea. Anyone sitting next to me for more than 5 minutes I was all "Let me get you a cup of tea". Whether they wanted one or not. What I meant was "My boy's been diagnosed with autism and I'm armed with a kettle, now drink the f***ing tea, ok?"
Crazy lady, moi?

Cheryl D. said...

Sounds like quite a lot of fun! I've actually met pretty nice people in waiting rooms--except for one crazy person. Her child was actually a normie (just getting articulation help with speech). She was crazy!

jillsmo said...

bbsmum: LOL! I have a tea bag and I'm not afraid to use it!

Dani G said...

I was 20 when I moved out of the bay area. Oh, and totally stoned. At least we're in the midwest together now. Yeah, I'm reaching.

I'm shedding a little tear of pride seeing Cheryl D use the term normie :)

tulpen said...

I think I know all of those special needs parents. They can be found in hundreds of waiting rooms around the country.

I usually mangage to seek out a like minded person to hang with. And make fun of all the freakshows. Parents I mean. You knew that.


I wanna see this nasty car. Does it at least a dozen stickers on the windows? A months supply of cereal/chips/crackers/fruit snacks on the floor? A snazzy new dent in the front?

Mine does. *sticks out tongue*

tulpen said...

does it HAVE.

I'm tired, can't type, leave me alone.

Casdok said...

I have met some fab people in waiting rooms:)

Tina@ www.theteethingmom.com said...

Nice one Lynn. I'm sure you and Jill would have hit it off. It's a match from the very start, you with your dirty t-shirt and Jill with her dirty car.

And I'm sorry about the Filipinos who took up all the chairs. We love doing that. I hope you didn't mind the uncomfortable humidity coming from the steam of their rice cooker. We also love bringing our rice cookers everywhere.

coldcupsoftea said...

come on ann! there is loads of material in this post to be outraged by!!! going into hospital for 2 WEEKS with juju on wednesday so I wonder how many of these people I will meet.........

Lynn said...

@tina: I forgot about the rice cookers and...that they were all nurses? I'm tapped out of Filipino stereotypes. Please tell me that you are sincerely offended so that I can be 2 for 2 with my guest posts. I was actually hoping that Ann was Filipino. Or worked for San Jose Unified School District. Or had a really dirty car.

AmandaBroadfoot said...

Other than the fact that I'm pretty sure I haven't lived in California since 2002, I would swear that crazy pregnant lady rocking and staring was me. Because I, too, found out about Billy's diagnosis while pregnant with Willow AND I recognize everyone you mention. Including the family that takes up all the chairs. What is WITH them?

Tina@ www.theteethingmom.com said...

Lynn: I'm offended because you forgot to mention that we can totally rock Daly City with our blaring karaoke and 100 relatives. Other than that, I'm hoping Ann's Filipino too, so that I can go tell her to suck it in our native tongue. That bitch.

Jim said...

is. . . is it too late to comment on this?

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