Showing posts with label Verbal Vomit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Verbal Vomit. Show all posts

Monday, April 04, 2011

Stuck between a rock and a hard place SUCKS!!!

We are trying to plan a vacation.  Just me and hubby...in 16 years we have n
ever, ever, EVER gone away for longer then a weekend.  I know our time is coming.  We have a lot to show for our life.  We have awesome kids, a home, very little debt and an amazing circle of friends and family, all of who are so supportive of us (and even our crazy schemes, at times).

We watch others go on with their seemingly perfect lives.  They go on holidays, they have the healthiest kids, they don't show anyone on the outside that they have issues.  They are perfect.  Their kids are perfect.  And I know that it is not real...I really do.

Then we have a day like today where I truly envy those people.  I really do.  I can't even make our family look perfect on the outside.  We deal with fighting, kids comparing war wounds from our youngest (who has an ABI), we deal with seizures and development delays...

And now we have to decide where we are going to go...and where our kids are going to go...and I know that I have an amazing support circle...but I don't want to abuse that either...I don't know if I make any sense at all...but.

Today Faith had a BIG seizure.  Like, probably close to one of the biggest she has had to date.  10 minutes, full body.  Thank God that the ativan (and prayer that I screamed over her!!) stopped this one.  She is now so groggy.  And now I have to book a holiday.  Seriously.  What can suck more then this??

So, I thought, let's see if we can qualify for respite of some kind.  Let her go and stay somewhere where they are medically trained to deal with her and her anger/seizures/autistic tendencies.  Where I won't be burdening any of my family or friends with what can turn into a very stressful week. 

So, I called around and tried to get involved with the local service here that offers respite and other programs.  Faith doesn't qualify.  She has to be diagnosed, by a psychologist, with (proper medical term) mental retardation.  She doesn't have that diagnosis right now. 

So, we are in the middle.  We are stuck between being too normal or too retarded...I am slightly upset. 

We are stuck in middle class...not financially, but for services.  She is not as bad as she could be/but she is not as good as she could be. 

How the **** do we deal with anything?  How the **** do we find the support we need?  How do I be thankful for where we are right now? 

I am having a bad day...

Seriously...We are left nowhere...