Fireworks Safety

A man with autism gives some good safety advice for the 4th of July. Families living with autism find Independence Day a challenge: crowds, sensory issues, medication and sleep routines all conspire against barbecues, fireworks displays and even downtown parades.

Hello my name is Daniel and I’m going to be writing about fireworks safety. Never buy fireworks intended for professional displays because they carry a propellent that will ignite in certain conditions and are not for private use. Certain conditions will cancel displays like a risk of dry brush that might ignite due to fireworks or thunderstorms might also cancel fireworks displays.  Supervise young children around fireworks or they could get hurt by the explosions. Certain types of fireworks are illegal under state law so only buy appropriate fireworks and use as directed on the package. 

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How Can I take My Mother’s License?

One of the hardest and most significant transitions in aging and family care giving…

Shonda and Homecare

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I wish I had more time to write about this question. I’m helping a family with this very issue and few years back I had to tackle this issue head on with my family.

I found this quick article please enjoy

How to take Mom’s license

Just a few hints;

  1. Every situation and every person is different.
  2. Have Pre-talks with family, Friends and/or Physicians before you present this issue head on. I call it, “Do a little Homework” Beware of landmines that maybe trigger points.
  3. Try not to let it get heated, if it does bring it back to the facts or start the conversation later. Please be care if dementia is involved they may tie emotions to the subject even though they may have forgotten the last time they had the conversation.
  4.  And if possible use your “Code Word” if you and your loved have one. (In a prior…

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Citizens of Gettysburg in the Aftermath

Care giving isn’t sexy. The history books and movies stick with the big events and vivid bursts of heroism but not what follows (often for a good long time). This author looks into a story of those who picked up the pieces and suffered the fallout.

Wishing you a good Independence Day, knowing that my good wishes don’t change your reality. May some little measure of freedom – from worry, for example – come your way.

Autism, Epilepsy, and the one-in-three chance of ‘Both’

This dad brings up the statistically significant overlap of autism and epilepsy. I remember my son’s first seizure – the crash, the thrashing and then utter stillness. I thought I’d watched him die. I still flinch at the gym when when one of the big guys drops his weights at the end of a set – that sound…

The Additional Needs Blogfather

Epilepsy Awareness Day, or ‘Purple Day’, is on the 26th March, and this will be the first ‘Purple Day’ since James, our 15-year-old son, added Epilepsy to his growing list of conditions that already included Autism and Learning Disability…

It’s been quite a year, quite a journey, as we’ve rapidly learned about a condition that we knew very little about before.  But let’s start at the beginning, mid-March about a year ago, when something “unusual” happened with James at school…  I remember the ‘phone call well, it was early afternoon and I was at a work meeting about 100 miles away from home.  In the middle of the meeting my mobile ‘phone rang, the name of James’ school showing as the caller; I apologised to my colleagues and rushed out of the room to take the call.

“Something unusual happened with James just now”, the teacher…

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Let Me Hold Your hand Through Life My Son (Autism and other things too) by Zanele Dlamini 

The mother of an adult son with autism processes her thoughts and emotions by composing a letter to him.

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A mother’s promise to her autistic boy on his eighteenth birthday..

If I could turn back time, my baby boy, I would rub out Autism from your life.I would be flying around doing superhero things that would give you a better start in life. Give you all the tools to survive this world on your own.Now that you are an adult. There is so much that I wish you knew. So much I wish I could tell you about people and relationships. There is so much you need to know about love (girls too), pain, abandonment and loneliness. If only you could understand.

My son, I want you know that I cried today when you were diagnosed with yet another mental health problem. It is like you are in a fighting ring and the punches keep coming from all sides. I had to allow doctors to inject you for the…

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The care giving must go on

A new care giving blog opens up about those days when it seems like the whole world – even the DOG, for cryin’ out loud – seems to need your care. But then the news intrudes with some perspective.

Care Giver Life

So a couple of posts ago I wrote about my dog getting older, he is now 14 years old. I had to buy some doggie diapers for him , well as an update the doggie diapers are working so well that I just bought more. I found the best price at Amazon.

So now as I’ve said before I just take care of everyone. This week so far has been very hectic as my new assignment with Hoover(my dog) moves on and of course my mom has been a bit demanding this week(her arthritis has been really bothering her, and her hands are just terrible. I put warm compresses on her hands, it helps a little bit. My stove broke and i’ve already put to much into keeping it working so I picked up and (what i call) an old new stove. its from the 1950’s i think but it…

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Mother Nature, Queen B_@t_h

Nah, I don’t need to spell out the word that every white kid has adopted to self-identify as something other than every white kid (Is there a mathematical formula to express that?).

Anyway, the view from our back deck last night:

So Ma Nature comes struttin’ through here like a Kardashian in front of a camera.

You know what her histrionics can do to an internet signal? The signal upon which your kid with autism (another of Queen B’s contributions) is depending for a bit of entertainment to relax for the night?

The signal which is interrupted, sending the kid into your room with anxiety rising into rage?

The signal which, when lost, can only be explained to the kid with stuff like, “The computer is broken. Uh, until tomorrow…,” the saying of which can put you on the bad end of a person with autism’s violent meltdown?

UPDATE: A friend made contact to note that her daughter with special needs had a seizure due to the systemic disruptions caused by the storm. I was so ticked off for my sake that I neglected to mention Mother Nature’s fine contribution to those in our care.

Thanks, Mother Nature.  Thanks a bunch.

A Love that Lets Go

So important to honor the dignity of those in our care, even if that presents difficulties all around.

BeautyBeyondBones

I’ve spent a lot of time recently in my own head. Today marks the three month mark since my mom’s stroke, and there have been a lot of ups and a lot of downs.

And I’m learning a lot.

And honestly, I’m learning a lot about God’s love for us.

We’ve reached the stage in my mom’s recovery where…there’s a frustration within her about how things aren’t back to normal. And a gripping desperation for autonomy.

And I’m going to be really honest, being in my position, as her grown daughter, having come home to be her “sidekick” as I call it – there’s a really delicate balance of how much help is too much help. I want to assist her so that life runs smoothly, but I don’t want her to feel like a child or that I’m belitting her or discrediting her capabilities or contributions. And I’m finding…

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The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, (not) at your service

I am reblogging this one. My wife spotted it as one of those “Facebook Memories” from 2013. In this piece, I note my own need for boundaries. I neglected this and in 2015 was laid out by anxiety and depression. 2016 was a year of healing and growth for me. Please, if you detect your own stress points as a caregiver, seek help. Pain is an important warning. God bless you.

Sometimes Care Giving Stinks

“…avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you)…” Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

I (Tim) made a mind-bogglingly stupid move this week. I was out grabbing lunch, when I noticed someone I knew at one of the tables. He was engaged in a conversation and didn’t see me. And I used that as an opportunity to scuttle to another part of the place where a wall would be between us. If I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me.

Now, this guy is pleasant. Funny, interesting, a good guy. But I didn’t want to interact. Not so much as to go by and say a quick “Hey.”

One of care giving’s side effects is to send my introversion off the charts. When I’m not doing all…

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