Screw You, Autism.

Something else has changed.  Again.  Something else has shifted in our lives.  Imperceptible to anyone but us.  How a single word – perhaps a word we were expecting, that we found unsurprising even, can make me crumple to the ground in a heap, I know I should understand as a writer – as someone who [ Read More ]

Pain Layered Over Pain.

Owen hurt me yesterday.  Again. He has hit me and kicked me and punched me on a daily basis for over a year now.  About eight months ago he even gave me a black eye when he sucker-punched me with his bottle one morning in bed.  My feelings about these incidents are complex and difficult [ Read More ]