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Monday, December 27, 2010

The Dive Bar Welcomes: Jennie B

Today we have Jennie! She actually lives kind of close to me.... I think we'll be getting together for drinks at some point in the future.....


Would everybody just SHUT THE FUCK UP??

…Was what I was thinking, but wouldn’t allow myself to actually scream out loud. It’s Monday, the first day of our two week break, and Moe was on his fourth – or was it fifth? – meltdown of the day, which included him coming after me, teeth bared, trying to bite me for no reason other than he was just pissed off. And Jelly, because I’m not paying attention to her, joins in, in perfect hellish harmony. So instead, I just slam the bathroom door, needing some way to fight back and hoping that the shock of the loud noise might get the kids to at least pause and take a breath. But no one seems to notice except maybe the dog, who of course I trip over because she is always right underfoot when something stressful is happening. The dog: my other “special needs” animal, who lately has added nothing but stress to my life. Every day I fantasize about letting some other family pay for her Prozac, but it’s been 7 years and what message does that send to my autistic son that when things are challenging we just kick you out of the house? So she stays.

And anyway, that’s another topic not up for discussion with my husband. The sometimes wonderful man who never missed an OB appointment when I was pregnant, makes every one of the kids’ doctor appointments, but has yet to show one fucking emotion when it comes to the fact that our kid has autism. The same man who I can’t quite forgive for calling me inconsiderate during an argument a couple weeks ago, but then comes home after a day when I was home sick with two sick kids, declares he’s “not feeling well” and goes straight to bed. So no, I don’t feel like having sex with you tonight.

Monday night I’m up at 10, 12, and 2 with Jelly, who I know is sick, but I can’t help be a little pissed off at because you know what? I’m sick too. And I feel like shit and if I don’t get some sleep I’m never going to get better. At 3am, just after Jelly is finally asleep (for good this time?), Moe is crying and we go to his room to find him butt naked – shit all over his sheets. And it would be funny if it weren’t just so depressing. My three and a half year old – still in a crib, nowhere near toilet training, but with enough dexterity to take off his clothes. He fights with superhuman strength while we wrestle a clean diaper and pajamas back on him, and then, once he is almost calm, comes after me again, grabbing my arm to bite me. And then suddenly I get it because it’s exactly what I want to say to anyone who tells me to calm down: BITE ME.

We go back to bed, tired and on edge, and it’s almost 4 in the morning and we shouldn’t even speak but we fight because I ask When is it going to end? and he tells me that doesn’t even make any sense. But it’s what I want to know: WHEN WILL IT END? When will I get my sweet little Wesley back? Because that’s his name, Wesley, not Moe, the autism blog pseudonym I made up for him a little because of anonymity but a little because it’s too painful to talk about all of these things happening with my beautiful Wesley. The boy I was supposed to have. So tell me, when do I get to have a conversation with my son? When do I get to show up to a playdate with a child who I don’t have to worry is going to run away or get hurt or spill the snacks all over the floor?

Not like we get invited to many playdates anymore, since our regular playgroup dropped us, or “changed formats” right after the diagnosis. Sure, a couple of moms have become friends, but the others were more than happy to fade away. And then there is the one who started it all, she knows who she is, and I just can’t forgive her for deserting us right when I needed her the most. But your husband flirts with me whenever we see you, so fuck you too.

And now… it’s Tuesday.



13 comments:

This side of Typical said...

Girl, I am sooooooo right there with you. And fuck those moms, and sickness, and testosterone! With all this technology, we need to develop a portable STFU button that works ANYWHERE with ANYONE.

Hang in there, lady.

Dani G said...

fuck those moms and their ugly kids. I say we flirt right back with their husbands :)

Not Just Another Mother Blogger! said...

It sucks that Mama is never allowed to be human.

If you lived anywhere near me, I would tell you to bring your 3 year old over anytime to play with my 3 year old. But I suppose that would be quite a commute to come to Texas.

jillsmo said...

We were in a preschool co-op when Child 1 was diagnosed; one that I had helped form, actually. Have I seen any of those people since we left? Just one, since her daughter ended up at the same elementary school as we did, but otherwise.... I don't even remember their names anymore. That's for the best, I always hated those stupid "normal" kids, anyway

Lynn said...

How does "When will it end?" not make sense? When. Will. It. End. Four little words that string together into a perfectly valid question that I think we all ask ourselves. I don't know if it will end, but it will get better. He will get potty trained and stop smearing poop...I was right where you are when Audrey was that age. It's never gonna be perfect, but it's gonna be better. Kitty had spilled his real name to me...I don't know exactly why, but it's nice to see you use it here.

Big Daddy Autism said...

I hope Tuesday will be better? One thing I've learned, as a man, is to never get in the way of a ranting woman. So all I will say is, I can relate. Except for the no sex part. That's just cruel.

@jencull (jen) said...

My son is almost the same age as yours, nowhere near potty trained either and great at getting his clothes off *sigh* He is a reasonable sleeper though and I don't take that for granted. Some days I too want to know when it will end, just because I want to know, nothing unreasonable, just asking like!! Jen

Autism Mom Rising said...

Hi Jennie (and Jill too). We had a lot of the biting and attacking with our son....it ended up being Petite Mal seizures and once they were treated he has been a happy camper. Unfortunately they got missed for 3 years because the doctors dismissed his regressions as "just the autism". It wasn't. Anyhow, I mention that whenever I hear a mom talking about aggression, just in case the info might be helpful.

I hope all that does end for you and your dear boy soon. Believe me, I've been there and it is as horrific as you describe.

Jessica said...

This gave me goosebumps because I remember being right where you are and wondering the same thing. I totally agree with Lynn, it does not exactly end but it gets much, much better. Things will change and you will start to see more of your child come through and it gets a little easier to manage day to day. I truly feel for you and am glad you are turning those husbands heads.

JennieB said...

Thank you all so much for your comments. Even you, Big Daddy. Writing this post was waaay better than the one and only support group meeting I went to.

I'm going to look into the seizures. My husband had epilepsy as a young child, so it could be worth investigating...

Moe will still be Moe on my blog. But it felt good to talk about Wesley here. I figured I was amongst friends. Jill, you're building an amazing community here. First round is on me.

Ashley said...

I sooooo appreciate this place where we can be real. Not that misery loves company, but when you're miserable it really does help to know that there are people who GET IT! And that they care about you even if you're half-crazy and possibly suffering from just a few homicidal ideations. =) (Is it weird or just a yet undiagnosed anxiety disorder that I feel the need to now type "JUST KIDDING" in case some random government official is actually paying attention to what I type?)

MCA said...

Loved your post. Especially the husband flirting. That seriously touched the dark and angry part of my heart I keep locked away post-diagnosis and I thought "YEAH, sister. ;)"

Cheryl D. said...

I'm so sorry! That sucks ass! I can totally relate on the husband front. He's such a baby. If he has a sniffle, he goes running to bed. I have a 103 fever, I have to still take care of our daughter.

I'm glad you're going to BlogHer! You need the weekend away! PARTY!

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