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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 is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of the American Dental Association. December will be here in no time, and there’ll be so much to do. Between…
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Nobody likes losing things Have you ever wished you could pick up your phone and give your lost set of keys a call to find them? Isn’t it frustrating…
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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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This post is sponsored by Tai Pei but all opinions expressed are my own. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you already know by now that I struggle with…
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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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This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Skinner® pasta. The perfect meal for any occasion It’s finally starting to feel like like fall here in Texas. The…
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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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This post is sponsored by Beddy’s, all opinions expressed are my own Last year, Jude was evaluated for autism. He showed some red flags but also a lot of encouraging signs.…
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Autism and Clothing When Charlie was younger, getting him dressed was a challenge. Autism is often accompanied by sensory issues, and Charlie’s no different. He used to fight us every day…
![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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