J-Bear and Me

learning to navigate the world, j-bear style

Blogfaced

There are some days that I get shocked to find people actually read my writing despite my stated mission of hoping that my crazy writing helps someone.

If you’re a reader who reads a lot of this and tolerates my battering of grammar and my painful run-on sentences, not to mention my spectacular typos… Thank you and bless you. Seriously.  Cause there’s some days I can’t even put up with my own writing. 

I may be overstating that a little (okay a lot) but then again I do have to actually live in my own head and let’s be clear: it’s cluttered, messy and crazy in there just like my house. 

I am accustomed to the worst. I am used to people who gain my trust just to shatter it and who say one thing while either never following through or just plain doing the opposite as though to spite their own promise. There are reasons I battle PTSD and reasons why I am not fully joking when I say I am terrified of people: I’ve seen the worst.

People talk about the day their child was diagnosed with grave devastation, with horror, with sorrow, with heartache and I have felt some of these things. I have written about my sadness and my fears. I will no doubt write about them more in the future as new situations and new turns in J’s journey bring up old fears and new. That’s not everything that has come with the journey into autism and its related disorders though.

I have met, virtually and in person, some of the most amazing people. I now interact with other special needs parents who are in varying stages of the same or similar journeys to the one I am on. I interact with people I otherwise never would have truly met. I have reconnected with relatives I have not seen since the passing of my grandmother and found that there is love and care where I thought all such things had died.

So, this morning, I am blogfaced with awe. I am surprised, humbled, joyful and given peace by what autism has actually brought into my life and my son’s. It’s funny how things work out sometimes.

Now, in an effort to live dangerously, I am going to post this without running spellcheck.

2 Comments

  1. anne rossetti (mary's sister)

    July 2, 2013 at 10:08 pm

    Your writing is incredible – I read your posts daily, and often share them. I can’t tell you how many times things you have said have struck such a cord with me. Keep writing, you can never know who you may touch.

  2. Jessica N and Makiko

    July 8, 2013 at 4:37 pm

    Love this! I often feel the same way about others reading my blog. As the person above me wrote, “you can never know who you may touch.”

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