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Charlie, Today was one of those days. We got the results back from your PPCD speech assessment. They evaluated your ability to communicate. If your delays in speech and communication…
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Pre-Order Eileen Lamb ‘s book, All Across the Spectrum here Symptoms of autism: How did you know Charlie was autistic? I often get messages asking me questions… How did you know he…
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This post is sponsored by KinderCare, and all opinions expressed are my own. Jude just turned three and he’s been so much fun to be around. He likes to sing his…
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Happy Halloween! Every year towards the end of August, I start thinking about what costumes I want the boys to wear for Halloween. This year, for the third year in the…
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Thank you for supporting my blog If you had told me a few years ago when I still lived in France that I would be working with brands like Coca-Cola, Google,…
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My scariest moment as a mom Today, I’ve decided to share with you just about the scariest moment I’ve been through as a mother. It happened almost a month ago. It…
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This post is sponsored by Pampers at Sam’s Club, all opinions expressed are my own When you become a mom, there are special moments you look forward to. The first…
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Baby Jude When we decided to conceive Jude, we didn’t know yet that Charlie had autism. Would we have waited longer if we had known? I don’t know. Maybe. Jude brings…
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Autism Intensive speech program A little while back I decided to start keeping track of new skills Charlie develops in a diary. This month, he’s actually made real progress on his…
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Raising a child with severe nonverbal autism is always challenging. I overthink all my decisions. Every little thing seems so complicated, even when it might not be. I often decide not…
![Anxiety has a way of ruining good things that happen to me. Even when I’m happy, it comes creeping on me like dark overcast clouds over my sunny day. I convince myself that too much happiness is suspicious, and if I’m happy right now, it’s because something terrible is soon to happen. Anxiety is not rational. Anxiety is knowing all about the logic of something being impossible to happen and still convincing yourself that there is a crack somewhere in that logic and that the 1-in-a-million chance of something bad happening will definitely happen to you.
Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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