Hold on to your drawers.

Going through some old things in a "JUNK HEAP," I found this drawer and old candy shipment boxes. I got the idea to do a collage in a drawer; while using the drawer as the frame.
This project is unfinished. I will post an update when it is.

"FLEA MARKET FLIP," has been an inspiration for me. Below is another
attempt at flipping.

Here is a drawing of a friend
I wad afraid to show her. I thought she might think it less than flattering. Here is where esteem gets in the way of accomplishing things you dream you could of, would of and might have.

Plus, let me share a few more of my art attempts.

Summer brings me to a list of "Flip" projects I plan on jumping on soon.

*******I see the creation of art and "flipping" or reinventing as a gate to setting up businesses that fit special needs, autism and such.  These groups,  often, in my eyes, with an innate sense of creativity, bring about options that others muss because it isn't obvious to them.

If you have insights, information or feedback (negative or positive, plz state in a positive manner, skipping tacky) you wish to share or comment; I look forward to it! I really see growing from this as an opportunity instead of dumping on my feelings.  I already shared am example of letting my feelings keep me from this an enjoying new areas of life.

You know you have a child with Autism when

#autism #autism humor #autism Christmas #Asperger's #High Functioning Autism #ADD #ADHD #Christmas Celebration #learning disabilities God

I decided to feel in this blank and the results were so amazing I am posting my feel in the blank answer.

For the humor side of autism.....You Know you have a child with autism...when at Christmas you are thinking of renting a child to open presents

Link To Reddit's Autism news accumulation

http://www.reddit.com/r/autism

Homemade Crafted Sensory Tunnell how to link

http://www.andnextcomesl.com/2014/12/homemade-sensory-tunnel.html

BLOG POST ON AUTISM AND CHRISTMAS GIFTS SEE LINK

http://fromabcstoacts.com/autism-friendly-christmas-gift-ideas

Autism Source Org

http://www.autismsource.org/

AUTISM NETWORK INTERNATIONAL

http://www.autismnetworkinternational.org/

My Drag Way Path to Divorce or Seperation?

Always in motion but this means no comotion.

 

Where to begin?  1986?  When I first felt I had fallen for my husband?  Our dating til 1993?  A marriage on the rocks?  A foundation I now realize was lacking but now understand was not on the sand as a wiseman builds his house?  The birth of my son that brought it all home?

I worked at the hospital where my husband did.  I was an Intern Pharmacy Student.   He was a Charge Pharmacist on the sixth floor. Seven years older, made him seem so stable, handsome, and ideal.

Our dating started after my work there had stopped.  I quit.  The dates continued.  Having work in common gave us plenty to talk about and discuss.

Assumptions are the killers.  A person goes to church every Sunday.  This doesn't mean he/she is perfect.  It doesn't make them better than you.  It may mean they try harder or they are only going through the motions.  Please don't quit going to church because of my comment.   I mention this because it was a trait I admired in my current husband.

If a person has a bunch of rules about when this are that can take place, how things must go and has little tolerance; RUN!!!  This only means as it appears to you.  For your perceptions are the only things you have to decide what you want in life, should run away from and embrass if you choose.

Disagreements are the norm.  However, each of you have a different life.  This is especially true if you both work. Therefore these little syptoms go ignored like many with the illness of cancer.  By the time you realize the differences are of concern; like cancer it is highly likely it could be terminal.

A child is born. The husband actually has the audacity to ask if it his child.  My gosh.  There has never been an indication of cheating; even til this day. In my case a special needs child with Autism, ADD, Auditory Processing Disorder, Ocular Motor Disfunction, Learning Disabilities and more on and on.  He is a child that is loved and wanted.  One parent is proactive and the other chooses to hide a head in the sand.  One person starts talking with ultimatums.

"You took him to the park?" Asks the husband.  "You might have had a heart attack!"

One one of the few times out after the birth of the child, a mother-in-law calls.  She asks the sister of the mom that is taking care of the child,"You took him to the park? What if he skins his knee?" The normal sister perks up and answers quickly right back, "He will survive like all the rest of the children in this world!"

Fights continue about how to care for the child.  At six months he is in the hospital.  The husband blames the wife.  Why did you take him to Baby Jymboree?  Your family is always kissing on him.  You don't wash your hands well enough.

Did this have anything to do with his special needs?  Did inducing labor a bit early cause it?  Is it your families genes?  Or, the other side?

As a mother one does the best she can.  The research to help her son leads down a dark realization that all the extra help needed is not always covered or seldom is, by health insurance.  The husband says this is unnecessary.  The mother continues and at least gets her child in preschool early.

Do you know what "Munchausen Syndrome By Proxy," is? Here is a definition, "Munchausen syndrome by proxy is a mental illness and a form of child abuse. The caretaker of a child, usually a mother, either makes up fake symptoms or causes real symptoms to make it look like the chld is sick." The husband says the wife has this.  He says she wants attention for what is wrong with the child?

Everything done by the wife seems to be wrong.  Arguments go on and on.  More details are not needed.  This is the parenting drama until November 25th, 2014.  While in a counseling session with my son's counselor and my husband, it is clear to me.  This will never end.  My son is distressed by his parents.  A divorce or seperation will mean clear concise rules for him.  This will mean no more back and forth between the parents.

Part of this is a child working two parents against another.  Playing parents against one another is something my husband says special needs kids don't do.  I know different.  The other part that is bad is listening to parents go back and forth round-n-round where the carousel will never stop.

This is the "Drag Way to my Divorce or Seperation."  I plan to execute a leave January 2015.  The trial will go through March.  I am leaning toward getting back together to be a one in a million shot.

Please feel free to comment and share your trials with me.  They may help me.

Too much damage done?  My son will be in his last semester  of high school.

My son is important to me but there is a saying that taking care of one's self is primary so caring for others can still happen.

Autism under reported in Minorities?

Please check out this article @
http://www.psychiatryadvisor.com/autism-likely-underreported-in-minority-children/article/381985/?DCMP=EMC-PA_Update&CPN=&spMailingID=9886306&spUserID=ODE4MzExMzE2ODUS1&spJobID=420857923&spReportId=NDIwODU3OTIzS0

The article says autism under reported in blacks and Hispanics. I didn't see a state to state comarision.

It does make me wonder about the l: 88 and l:53. Is autism under reported? too Broad a category to get sufficiant data?

I propose More specific Spectrum varieties, those that Co occur with oTher issues in what%'S and more be defined better so research advan cement can happen faster,

Too many stabs at a vague definition with so many variables decreases the chance of real progress. specifics can push research forward light years.

Also, we need to decrease underserved populations. This is for humanity and Science, Variables by race must be addressed fer proper treatment and the Scientific light that Can be shinned on Autism in general.

These are My opinions. Also, as a scientist, Ikrow defining the issues and plodding forward in a logical, methodical order provide the best outcomes when attacking problems that need to be solved.

Autism and all disorders teach us humanity should realize the luxury of racism is outdated and wrong.

Pushing Begins in Labor and Continues Through Life

 

18, Graduation soon, but still pushing.

Pushing Begins in Labor and Continues Through Life

Today is the day after my son turned 18 years old.  Reflecting back, I realize when they told me to push during labor, that was the begining of a continual process.   Whether your child has special needs or is quote "normal," it is a parental job to push children beyond their comfort zone.

Sometimes I have felt guilty for being "General Mommy or Sergeant Mommy;" so nicknamed by dad, my husband Bill.

Bill Adcock husband to Sandra and father of Tanner, now 18.

Tanner was not an easy baby.  He had troubles eating from the start.  He through up and would be considered a colic baby.  Working with doctors and listening to the expereince of my mom(mother of four) resulted in putting rice in each bottle to help decrease the throwing up and weight gain proceeded.

At the age of six months, Tanner landed in the hospital for RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus).  Funny now but not at the time my sister recalls that I was not making sense and thought I was kidding when I called her to tell her  You see I was a nervous parent going from the doctor's office straight to the hospital and told her he had RSVP virus.

The hospital stay was almost a week.  It may have been worse for my husband and I to endure than Tanner.  Seeing your child in an oxygen tent and having tests ran in a haze of a short time is traumatic.  Then they tell you to move because you are in the way! Parental rights show up in your eyes resulting in a "Please" being spit out immediately and apoligetically.  He came along fine after about three months of nebulizer treatments, beating on the chest with a suction cup to break up secrestions and being on/off antibiotics.

Tanner was sick off and on quite often.  It seems I can remember all of his early holidays being sick.  My sister, that dresses very professionly all the time, was thrown up on and her car when she took him to the doctor for me right before his first Christmas.  That was one of the first holidays he was sick on.

Tanner weighted 17 pounds at one year old. Both my husband I worried about him.  He didn't or wouldn't eat well sometimes.  He stayed on his formula until he was about two years old or a bit older.  He refused milk.

At thirteen months if was obvious we were dealing with more than one could understand. My husband moved a toy or his cup about an inch or two.  He came back running to move it back to the exact position.  I new then and along with some other things observed there was something "wrong" or not quite right.

I am telling you all this for a reason.  This made it hard to make hard choices when he was older.  Worring about his health and weight gain, we let him start eating an unhealthy diet.  This wasn't at the time but it developed into a stance later on.  This also made being hard on him extremely trying.

Thus, began the parental divide on how to parent.  How do you face the something "wrong" or not normal along with health concerns?  I realized that at a certain point I couldn't go the path of least reistance.  Everyone had advise but I read while seaching for the reasons.  Family said not to worry and my husband appeard to me to like "denial."

Then and there I decided a proactive approach was best.  I proceeded to get Tanner into Preschool at age three.  I pushed for extra therapies like, speech and music.  I enrolled him in Kindermusic because of the benefits I had read about music in special needs and other areas of life.  One of his first sentences he said was sung back to me.   On our way to music class I sung to him, "Now it is time for music, music, music."  He was restless and sung back, "Now it's time for Grandma's, Grandma's!"  I was proud.  He had talked some but not like that.

The school said to make picture books and have him say what the picture was.  I made a jillion picture books.  Tanner would have to say his ABC's as I wrote them in the dirt at the park before he could swing.  Later he would have to write them.

I made 26 pages of huge ABC's on letter size paper.  Sensory issues were present and I read about trying differnt tactile approaches.  I cut out Sandpaper ABC's.  I found the experts that I thought could help me with advancing my son's chances of a better life.  I used the program "Handwriting Without Tears," to help him with writing.  This was on top of what the school was doing for him and the extra therapies I could afford like Speech and Occupational Therapy.

Do you see the pushing going on?  This continues for 18 years.  Tanner has autism so pushing can be a delicate balance.  I have him volunteering to gain job skills.  Do or did I feel guilty for being "A hard A$$?"  Sometimes!

Yet, let us ask the questions of what might have happened if I had given up?  Believed those provider's that were foolish to advise me to put my son in an institution?  Gone the path of least reisistance?  I doubt my son would be where he is today.   This has meant many battles in my marriage and in parenting my son with my husband.

Sometimes those with autism have problems with hygeine.  Tanner doesn't like his hair cut or wash it well all the time either.  I have wrestled with this for years. His counselor said to do one thing and my therapist disagrees.

This means another "Big PUSH" to help him into adulthood.  The ultimatum will be to keep his hair clean with two warnings, with the third resulting in a BUZZ CUT!  I have said this before.  Yes, I am human.  I don't follow through on everything. Parenting cam be DEMANDING.  Fights on how to parent wear you out.  However, this time I have the resolve to do it.

Thus, remember from the start of labor and delivery of your child when they tell you to "PUSH" it means for life not only during birth!

Pushing Begins in Labor anc Continues Through Life

 

18, Graduation soon, but still pushing.

Pushing Begins in Labor and Continues Through Life

Today is the day after my son turned 18 years old.  Reflecting back, I realize when they told me to push during labor, that was the begining of a continual process.   Whether your child has special needs or is quote "normal," it is a parental job to push children beyond their comfort zone.

Sometimes I have felt guilty for being "General Mommy or Sergeant Mommy;" so nicknamed by dad, my husband Bill.

Bill Adcock husband to Sandra and father of Tanner, now 18.

Tanner was not an easy baby.  He had troubles eating from the start.  He through up and would be considered a colic baby.  Working with doctors and listening to the expereince of my mom(mother of four) resulted in putting rice in each bottle to help decrease the throwing up and weight gain proceeded.

At the age of six months, Tanner landed in the hospital for RSV (Respiratory Syncytial Virus).  Funny now but not at the time my sister recalls that I was not making sense and thought I was kidding when I called her to tell her  You see I was a nervous parent going from the doctor's office straight to the hospital and told her he had RSVP virus.

The hospital stay was almost a week.  It may have been worse for my husband and I to endure than Tanner.  Seeing your child in an oxygen tent and having tests ran in a haze of a short time is traumatic.  Then they tell you to move because you are in the way! Parental rights show up in your eyes resulting in a "Please" being spit out immediately and apoligetically.  He came along fine after about three months of nebulizer treatments, beating on the chest with a suction cup to break up secrestions and being on/off antibiotics.

Tanner was sick off and on quite often.  It seems I can remember all of his early holidays being sick.  My sister, that dresses very professionly all the time, was thrown up on and her car when she took him to the doctor for me right before his first Christmas.  That was one of the first holidays he was sick on.

Tanner weighted 17 pounds at one year old. Both my husband I worried about him.  He didn't or wouldn't eat well sometimes.  He stayed on his formula until he was about two years old or a bit older.  He refused milk.

At thirteen months if was obvious we were dealing with more than one could understand. My husband moved a toy or his cup about an inch or two.  He came back running to move it back to the exact position.  I new then and along with some other things observed there was something "wrong" or not quite right.

I am telling you all this for a reason.  This made it hard to make hard choices when he was older.  Worring about his health and weight gain, we let him start eating an unhealthy diet.  This wasn't at the time but it developed into a stance later on.  This also made being hard on him extremely trying.

Thus, began the parental divide on how to parent.  How do you face the something "wrong" or not normal along with health concerns?  I realized that at a certain point I couldn't go the path of least reistance.  Everyone had advise but I read while seaching for the reasons.  Family said not to worry and my husband appeard to me to like "denial."

Then and there I decided a proactive approach was best.  I proceeded to get Tanner into Preschool at age three.  I pushed for extra therapies like, speech and music.  I enrolled him in Kindermusic because of the benefits I had read about music in special needs and other areas of life.  One of his first sentences he said was sung back to me.   On our way to music class I sung to him, "Now it is time for music, music, music."  He was restless and sung back, "Now it's time for Grandma's, Grandma's!"  I was proud.  He had talked some but not like that.

The school said to make picture books and have him say what the picture was.  I made a jillion picture books.  Tanner would have to say his ABC's as I wrote them in the dirt at the park before he could swing.  Later he would have to write them.

I made 26 pages of huge ABC's on letter size paper.  Sensory issues were present and I read about trying differnt tactile approaches.  I cut out Sandpaper ABC's.  I found the experts that I thought could help me with advancing my son's chances of a better life.  I used the program "Handwriting Without Tears," to help him with writing.  This was on top of what the school was doing for him and the extra therapies I could afford like Speech and Occupational Therapy.

Do you see the pushing going on?  This continues for 18 years.  Tanner has autism so pushing can be a delicate balance.  I have him volunteering to gain job skills.  Do or did I feel guilty for being "A hard A$$?"  Sometimes!

Yet, let us ask the questions of what might have happened if I had given up?  Believed those provider's that were foolish to advise me to put my son in an institution?  Gone the path of least reisistance?  I doubt my son would be where he is today.   This has meant many battles in my marriage and in parenting my son with my husband.

Sometimes those with autism have problems with hygeine.  Tanner doesn't like his hair cut or wash it well all the time either.  I have wrestled with this for years. His counselor said to do one thing and my therapist disagrees.

This means another "Big PUSH" to help him into adulthood.  The ultimatum will be to keep his hair clean with two warnings, with the third resulting in a BUZZ CUT!  I have said this before.  Yes, I am human.  I don't follow through on everything. Parenting cam be DEMANDING.  Fights on how to parent wear you out.  However, this time I have the resolve to do it.

Thus, remember from the start of labor and delivery of your child when they tell you to "PUSH" it means for life not only during birth!

Disability Doesn't Have To Be Debilitating

Disability doesn't have to be debilitating.   Disability only means finding a different approach or way around life's curves.   One must find a way to get to the end of the road by hopping, using a cane, wheelchair or being carried by God.

How many people without arms have learned to drive, paint, write or other with their feet?  Technolgy has made it

easier for us now more than ever before in history.  What is stopping you from going forward?  What is stopping you from helping

your son, daughter, grandaughter, student, or patient?  Do you make excuses for them?  Do you let the stagnate?  High

expectations will help them reach their full potential.

My husband and I have gone head to head on these questions over and over.  I tend to be the pusher and my

husband the "Disney Dad."  That is all well and good if you have a child that can reach his full potential through learning

from others.  A special needs child or differently abled child needs even sterner goals and directions in my opinon.

My son is an only child.  There are no close relatives that can monitor his progress or look in on him once his parents are gone.  He will be on his

own once my husband and I die.  My son has shown me over and over he is capable. Go and get a copy of Wanda

Draper's book, "YOUR CHILD IS SMARTER THAN YOU THINK!"  She is an internationally know Child Development

Specialist.

Expectations are what you will get from your children.  My son can wash his clothes, vacuum, unload the

diswasher, or baically any household chore.  When it comes to mowing the yard or other chore that deals with a male

oriented task ( my husband interfered on me showing him); my son, Tanner, is at a lose as how to proceed.

Do you know why my son can do the things I mentioned above?  I showed him how to do them.  You can do this too.

Now I will insert the story of an 85 year old premie child that wasn't supposed to be according to her doctor's when

she was born and through a few life events.  My mother, Dorothy Mallo, was born early before the fullterm of a

pregnancy.  One way to give you an idea of how small she was is to tell you they used my grandfather's hankerchiefs for

diapers because nothing else seemed to fit.  Dorothy was born with a club foot and the growth in one leg had to be

stopped because one leg had stopped growing.

Dorothy had many surgeies at the Shriner's Hospital's.  This meant spending a year away from home.  Dorothy

often had to walk to school on crutches.  Did it ever occur to her or her family she was disabled and completely debilitated?

Apparently not!

Dorothy went on to graduate from high school and then on to Secretary College (which now I understand would be

the equivalent of an Associates Degree).  Dorothy continued to work, marry, have four children and do many things

that any normal person did.

How come these issues didn't beat her down?  What did Dorothy do that many others would not?  What is the

formula for keeping your disabilites from making you debilitated?

Could it be attitude?  Your family support system?  I feel these are part of the answer.  I also know it has to do

with the times.  I think society makes more excuses for people with disabilites and has lowered expectations.  They give

the lowest of jobs to these kids on Individual Educational Plans sometiimes; and on Employee Plans with Voccational Rehab plans.

Remember Dorothy the next time you let your disability hold you back.  My mom has never let her disabilities stop

her from doing anything she wanted to do in life.  I hold her up as an example to many.

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