LOL Me too, I'd be flinging cards at most people. My kiddo has autism (and a whole lot of other issues) as well and will be 12 in 1 1/2 weeks.

Ahhh love it!!!!

Another scorpio here...woo hoo!!!!! October 27th is my day.

I belong to a yahoo autism spectrum disorder group. I love and hate it at the same time! lol

Top Five Reasons You Should Never Piss Off an Autism Mom

Five. We’re Already on the Defensive

What? You think you’re the first person to think I’m a bad mother? Get in line. People have been assuming I’m a bad mother for the last five years. I chew up people who think I’m a bad parent for breakfast. You think there’s something wrong with my kid? No ****, Sherlock – this panel of physicians and psychologists agrees with you. Tell us something we don’t know. Have something new and clever to add? No? NO? I didn’t think so…

In other words, we have experience with ******** like you.

Four. We Are Not Socially Well-Adjusted

We were real people once, and we will be real people again someday, but right now we’re living on the fringe of polite society. We have cut ties and discarded the family and friends who couldn’t handle our situation. We all suffer from severe PTSD. Our houses are messy, our surfaces are sticky, and we know the words to way too many Wiggles songs. We clean up disasters that you couldn’t even begin to contemplate. We live in semi-isolation, trying to have philosophical conversations with children who only know 18 words. We wear yoga pants all day. Our lives are not like other people’s lives. Do you really want to make us angry? Or do you want to give us a really really wide berth and back away slowly because you’re scared of what we might do if we snap? Yes. Good choice.

Three. We Know How to Fight

Autism moms know how to fight because we practice . We fight all day long. We fight with doctors about treatment, and then we fight with insurance companies to get it paid for. We fight with the state over services and we fight with schools about our IEPs. We fight with our families who won’t come to visit us anymore and we fight with our husbands to let off steam from all the other fighting we’re constantly doing. We fight with our children to make them keep their pants on in public. Do you think for a second that we would hesitate to fight with a complete stranger who was totally asking for it?

Two. We’re Already Angry

Autism moms carry huge amounts of unprocessed rage just below the surface. We’re mad at god or the universe or fate or whatever it is out there that gave our children autism. We are furious at the cards we were dealt and indignant that such a horrible thing had to happen to our children. We are angry about the loss of the child we were supposed to have, and we never truly stop mourning. We’re angry at the doctors who didn’t catch it early enough and also at the doctors who did. We hold a grudge against anybody who ever failed us as we tried to make sense of this chaos, and we’re also furious at ourselves, because we constantly feel like we’re not doing enough to help and we’re secretly afraid that it might somehow be our fault in the first place. We are already walking bundles of resentment…do you want to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?

One. We’re Sleep Deprived

Some of us haven’t had a good night’s sleep in years . Between the stress, depression, anxiety, and the kid who wakes up screaming for popsicles at 3 a.m., we’re all beyond exhausted. We’re muddled and short-tempered and irrational and crazy. Like ax murderer crazy. Like Mel Gibson crazy. There are all sorts of studies linking sleep deprivation to psychosis and that would probably hold up in court if I decided to assault you. Keep that in mind the next time you fail to keep your opinions to yourself, and beware the autism mom.

*I know its long, but its soo good!*

Happy Birthday! Have a great day!

I have some poems I'd like to post here about special needs kids. These were emailed to me and I just love them! I hope everyone else does, too! I posted these once before, but I love them so much, decided to ost again!

I am the Child Who Cannot Talk.
You often pity me. I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of...I see that as well.
I am aware of much...whether you are happy or sad or fearful,
patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just
doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration,
knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself nor
my needs as you do. You cannot conceive my isolation,
so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever
conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions,
responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or
comments about the world around me. I do not give you
rewards as defined by the world's stardards...
great strides in development that you can credit yourself.
I do not give you understanding as you know it.
What I give you is so much more valuable...I give you
instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth
of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your
commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to
explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you ever go on your own, working
harder, seeking answers to your many questions,
creating questions with no answers.


I am the Child Who Cannot Walk.
The world sometimes seems to pass me by. You see the
longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and
play like other children. There is much you take for
granted. I want the toys on the top shelf. I need to go to the
bathroom...oh...I've dropped my spoon again. I am dependent
on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you aware of your great fortune,
your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them.
I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright,
to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.
I give you awareness.


I am the Child Who is Mentally Impaired.
I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's
measuring stick. What I do know is infinite joy in the
simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the
strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life.

My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy
things as a child, to teach you how much your arms
around me mean, to give you love.
I give you the gift of simplicity.


I am the Disabled Child.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I give to you my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.
I teach you of respect for others and their uniqueness.
I teach you about the sanctity of life.
I teach you about how very precious this life is and
about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires
and dreams. I teach you giving.
Most of all, I teach you hope and faith.

Figured I'd get this forum post going again! Hope everyone is doing well and having a great school year!

Happy Belated Birthday! Hope it was a great one!

Prayers for your son. I hope they can get them under control. My son also has seizures despite being on 2 meds for them.

Happy, Happy Birthday Ruby! Hope this is your best birthday ever!!!!

If facebook doesn't stop making changes to their site, people will start leaving in a hurry! The new page layout SUCKS!!!!

Perfect, thank you!

I'd love to see what a reading says for me, things have been really crazy lately.

Rest in peace. Prayers and condolences to her family.

Prayers being sent

Prayers being sent

Prayers being sent

I know I agree, its so quiet lately.