Six years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with autism. Five years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with a developmental delay, not autism. Four years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with PDD-NOS, a developmental delay, not autism, but maybe something like SID. Three years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. Three years ago, I resigned myself to the fact that Enigma was… Enigma. In those years, I researched everything I could. Gluten-free diets, chelation therapy, occupational therapy, physical...
I was reading a book about bullying to The Twitches last night, thinking about how much bullying has affected the lives of my own children. Bullies, the book says, can be boys or girls, children or adults. They bully because they don’t like themselves, because they want to feel powerful. Heh. “Do you feel like a man when you push her around?” the song says… Emo Boy was taunted as “gay” for wearing a leather jacket to school. Enigma is battling the bullies now...
A few years ago, I decided that once I had time, I was going to volunteer at our local abused women’s shelter. I had actually been waiting a while for this, and thought it would be great if I could help the women who use the shelter’s services to learn computer skills and help them find jobs, build their resumes and access information that may not have been available to them. I would still like to do that, but I have to take things slowly. Our local shelter is pretty quiet about its presence....
Women. Suck. While I realize that as the #1742 feminist on the Internets, that’s a hard statement to take (or, maybe its just hard for me to take, but whatever) coming from the Great Melia, but honestly… my heart is breaking vicariously for another person because of the actions of his spouse. When you are in a couple-type relationship, no matter what genders (or lack thereof) may apply, the absolute WORST THING you can do to the other person is to lead them on. I don’t mean trying...
I am about to say the most unthinkable statement that has ever come out of my head. Well, no, there have been plenty of these thoughts, but this is the one I choose to admit. Based on my blazing entry into fertility yesterday (just scroll down, k?), I have been walking around naked, wearing only a cock ring. Name that movie and the first celebrity I wanted to… oh fuck, I can’t take this. Oh, that wasn’t the unthinkable statement. I’m drawing out the anticipation, yo. My mind...
