Two weeks on from gall bladder surgery. This morning marked 2 weeks since I had my gall bladder removed. Tomorrow lunch time will be 2 weeks since I was discharged from hospital after my blood pressure recovered. Recovery has been going very well. I had my discharge call from the surgery department yesterday. It was about 20 minutes long and we talked through various aspects. They were very happy with my progress and I found the call pleasant, useful and reassuring.

Life with an Alphabet Soup Child. AS, ASD, ADHD, ODD, PTSD . Which letters are in your soup? Soup of the Day. Thursday, October 31, 2013. Bringing It Back to Life. Fortunately, that option is presently off the table.

Ok, this one is actually not so random. But important enough that I decided it deserved its own post. Ok, onwards to .

Helping each other enjoy life and relationships on the spectrum. Wednesday, October 11, 2017. Treatment, Love and Limits. I have treated so many adults on the spectrum. And what I learned in school has proven barely relevant to the process. Clients who come in trapped in the prison of their mind are in a fight for their lives. No clinician, no person, can ever win a battle to break into the fortress. It is the only journey. The rest is walking in circles.

Thoughts and perspective from a husband and father raising 3 boys. Oh yeah, dealing with autism too. Friday, April 26, 2013. I was raised with consistent reminders of how to show common courtesy to others. My wife and I have done our best to impart that same philosophy into my 3 boys.

Advice for writing academic work. Back in the place where they torture hope. Waiting for my numbers in some perverse kind of lottery. Fate written in a computer print-out, a lab report, a post it. How can I possibly make those 48 hours pass quicker? In a previous life I would have filled this hole with alcohol.

A woman letting go of a thirty-year marriage. Two and a half years ago, having just stepped into my life as a single woman, I remember feeling somewhat lost.

So, after thirteen years of being an at-home mom, I picked myself up and went back to work. Dipped a toe in for three hours a day at first, and now, a few years on, full-time employment. We live in a rather small space, and we are not rather small ourselves, neither in size nor our dreams. 8211; where he talks about his life and journey as a non-speaking austistic dude. Life, reality, pain.