Taz (as we call him) is 12 now (you can see his sorely in need of a REAL update family journal here (http://taz.domynoes.net/) as well as his story - click about) and is transitioning so much better than we thought he would. The new school he's in has had a lot less problems with him than the old. The network we still have to work on - we didn't just move, we moved across country (from Cali to Georgia)! But the neighborhood we're in is so much safer (no ducking because of shooting, no keeping the kids in because of gang activity) and he can go out to play. We're seeing a bit of a blossoming in his desire to interact with others, which is both wonderful and hard to adjust to. lol So far, the hardest adjustment has been getting him to realize that he can't see dad all the time (I'm in my second marriage - dad and oldest sister remained in Cali).
And no, I don't mind answering questions about my son. People really do not understand how much goes into being the parent of a disabled child, and I am one of those people who want to break that barrier. The funny thing is I don't want to write a nonfic book about it or a regular column. I live with it, give me my fiction to let me get away for awhile! lol
In California, I pretty much resigned myself to living at or just above poverty. I had an English degree that became worthless because the Ed. budget got cut 4 times and they were laying off full time certified teachers. Out here, I'm not sure what to expect. My husband is working 3/4 time and I'm trying to get in as a sub, but if Taz needs someone, it will be me who takes the time off, not my husband (and that's my choice). I won't risk daycare for him - too may day care workers either neglect the disabled or abuse him. He has made incredible strides in the last 7 years and I will not risk them.
Soooooooo, we make do. Hopefully I'll be hired to sub, when off I'll write, and the husband will keep the steady job. Whatever our income, we've lived next to the bottom already, know how to juggle, and will get by. I'm used to that.
And, who knows, maybe I am the next J. K. Rowling. *snort*
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Date: 2004-08-29 09:53 pm (UTC)And no, I don't mind answering questions about my son. People really do not understand how much goes into being the parent of a disabled child, and I am one of those people who want to break that barrier. The funny thing is I don't want to write a nonfic book about it or a regular column. I live with it, give me my fiction to let me get away for awhile! lol
In California, I pretty much resigned myself to living at or just above poverty. I had an English degree that became worthless because the Ed. budget got cut 4 times and they were laying off full time certified teachers. Out here, I'm not sure what to expect. My husband is working 3/4 time and I'm trying to get in as a sub, but if Taz needs someone, it will be me who takes the time off, not my husband (and that's my choice). I won't risk daycare for him - too may day care workers either neglect the disabled or abuse him. He has made incredible strides in the last 7 years and I will not risk them.
Soooooooo, we make do. Hopefully I'll be hired to sub, when off I'll write, and the husband will keep the steady job. Whatever our income, we've lived next to the bottom already, know how to juggle, and will get by. I'm used to that.
And, who knows, maybe I am the next J. K. Rowling. *snort*