|M.C. Escher, Mind-Bending Visualist Extraordinaire|
|Oh darn, it's flying again!|
At the end of each day when the kids are asleep, which is not always an easy feat for ASD kids; I crumble into Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), reliving the frightening moments of the day, vivid flashbacks playing out, letting my fears of what may have happened bubble over. Woulda coulda shoulda...OCD rearing its ugly tentacles again. Sometimes my husband is unfortunate enough to still be awake. I may be worked up and ready to vent instead of exhausted and ready to escape. Pity the poor patient man. While he's relaxing and trying to chill/unwind before bed after a stressful 12-15 hour day, I unload. How does he keep from getting worked up too? He works hard to counterbalance my emotional purging: anger, guilt, fright, pride, delight, wonder. I struggle to differentiate his calm from detachment.
|Gotta google "Google Addiction"|
Is Google listed
in the dictionary as a noun AND a verb?
|M. C. Escher|
|Who am I and What have I done with myself?|