B.I.T.C.H.

I did something stupid. I trusted people on Facebook.  A person who lived across the street from us when we first arrived here in Colorado – friended me and I accepted.  We told  this person that Andrew had autism – he had a strange look on his face.   We tell people so they don’t think Andrew is a brat because he doesn’t look them in the eye, or he ignores them.

When this person saw that Andrew was in his daughter’s class a look of fear came over his face. This person is raising a stink at the school about Andrew. Instead of calling me or asking me about Andrew’s issues – he prints things off of Facebook and runs up to the school — like a boss, not.   Thank God they have moved – and we are left with seemingly wonderful people- by my trust-o-meter is really scared now.  

The school is fine – they told him they have this under control and not to worry. He is blocked and if I see him at the store and he asks me anything or smiles at me – he will rue the day I entered the state of Colorado. I will no longer share anything about Andrew on Facebook because people are douchebags. 

Yes, this is a blog and it’s public.  If this douche wants to stalk me here – so be it.  I tell the truth and share our story. 

 I feel like I let Andrew down. I feel like a failure as a parent. I should have known better.  This is how I felt on Monday.  

By Tuesday I felt like this “man” was a coward of epic proportions.  I was angry and ready to strike.  It’s Thursday, I could care less.  If he was on fire and I had some flat Diet Pepsi left in my cup – I might throw it on him.  Maybe not. Depends on which way the wind is blowing and if I’m thirsty.  I might drop a call to 911.

Andrew has been doing better. The mornings are TOUGH.  It is all “you’re an idiot”  “I hate you” –“you are a B.I.T.C.H.” — hey at least he can spell.  Once his medicine kicks in he is sweet and remorseful.

He is in fourth grade – just turned nine.  He is doing algebra and multiplication problems such as 824 x 753.  Most of the kids are mastering simple multiplication facts.  I have a feeling my darling will support me fine in my old age – as long as we keep him balanced and focused.

A wonderful friend Kim Foster has been on me about writing a book.  I’ve decided that is what I am going to do – if anyone buys this idea – that’s another story — but I will write it and it will be good for me.

Many years ago Andrew wanted us to build a robot.  We did – Jim and I – boxes, foil, we worked hard it was a masterpiece.  Or so we thought.  We were proud.  Andrew came in for the unveiling….he started sobbing.  He finally told us “it’s not very beautiful”.  That will be the title of my book “It’s Not Very Beautiful”. Asperger’s/autism isn’t – but Andrew is.

My book will be essays – some expanded from the blog – and recipes – comfort food for a bad day, brownies for dinner when you just don’t care and Golden Girls and Golden Graham bars when you need to laugh.  

Pray for us.