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"Each of us must come to care about everyone else's children. We must recognize that the well being of our own children is intimately linked to the well being of all other people's children. After all, when one of our children needs life-saving surgery, someone else's child will perform it. When one of our children is harmed by violence, someone else's child will commit it. The good life for our own children can be secured only if it is also secured for all other people's children. But to work for the well being of all children is not just a practical matter-- it is also right!" - Lilian G. Katz, Phd.

Thursday, September 8, 2005

So Much Drama

Put forth by Unknown at 9/08/2005 05:14:00 PM
One of the things in life I hate is a lack of communication. It causes far more pain than actually talking about things together, even when they are uncomfortable, would. I have an painful situation right now where everything about me is being attacked by a couple of people. I got myself into it. I did make some mistakes which I feel regret and sorrow over, but I can not imagine attacking everything about a person because they have hurt me.

Relationships with other humans are painful things. We can't see what is going on in other people's heads and they are rife with misinterpretation and missed nuances.

I know I can roll with these punches. I already do so physically and emotionally with my son. It hurts, but I can shake it off and go on. I have learned though. I let them in too far. I told them things and shared things with them that I rarely do and my trust was misplaced. I am human- I screw up. Apparently I have done so twice. First, by not thinking before I opened my mouth (very common thing for me- definitely in the fault category). Second, by giving them so much ammunition to hurt me with.

In other news, Aidan is scheduled for an EEG on Monday. Yet another step in the migraine journey we are going through. The poor Boo. I am not looking forward to keeping him up all night Sunday.

Konal's birthday is tomorrow. He is going to be 11, which is slightly unbelievable. My life has come so far since he was born. It has been quite the adventure. He will be a pre-teen. It is hard to digest. As it was stated- "Wait until the hormones kick in"

He has a big school meeting coming up. I got called and informed that he is failing all his classes. The school is requesting this meeting.

And to continue the drama that is my life, he has developed a tic of his head and shoulder. I am trying to contact his psychiatrist because it could indicate Tardive Dyskensia, which is a movement disorder caused by psychotropic drugs.

I am off to do homework, but I will be writing more. My therapist says I need to journal and express my feelings, since I don't do that well in life. I think she is right!
[Listening to: Running - No Doubt - The Singles 1992-2003 (04:01)]