I Felt REALLY High
Hey everyone!
I’m sorry it’s been a little quiet around here. As many of you probably know, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month, and as the founder of a DV organization, October tends to go by in a blur of awareness events, meetings, and speaking engagements, and this year has proved to be no exception!
In fact, I have a speaking engagement in less than two hours and I haven’t even written my speech yet! I’m literally sitting in bed, in my underwear, writing this, because I felt bad leaving you all hanging for this long.
But, since I don’t have a ton of time, I’m just going to update my email subscribers who do not follow me on Facebook, with the articles that they may have missed out on, that I wrote but ran elsewhere.
“5 Things I’m Just Going To Go Ahead And Apologize To My Kids Teacher For Now” is a little rundown of all my parenting failures, and why I feel my child’s teacher might need a heads up!
“Why I’m Not Going To Tell My Daughter What The Doctors Say About Her Prognosis” really surprised me when it went as viral as it did. It ran one day and the next day appeared on Good Morning America, ABC News, and then was written about in Daily Mail, Independent Journal, and the list goes on. It was a bit strange reading the comments from people who were confusing “diagnosis” with “prognosis” (and thought that I was hiding my daughter’s health condition from her), but nevertheless it did spark some interesting debates! It really is weird though to see which articles tend to flop and which tend to take off; the results usually surprise me.
“The Day I Served Detention For My Daughter” was an update to the story I brought you two years ago, when my daughter got in trouble for something that I did, and the principal threatened to call the police on me.
“I Park In The Handicapped Spot Even Though I Can Walk Just Fine” was a bit tough for me to write, and after it published I had a bit of a panic attack wondering if I had gone a little bit too far this time. It’s funny the things that with everything I don’t mind sharing with the world, there are still a few odd things that I prefer to keep to myself…
Oh my gosh, I need to get dressed and get out of here!
One last thing before I go! Last weekend, after working near round the clock for a couple weeks on end, The Guy convinced me to go out for a drink and try to unwind.
But now here’s the thing… is it just me or does it feel like it was a little bit mean of the bar to match this trippy lighting, with these strange, tilty glasses?
Because I don’t know about you, but I felt drunk the second I got my drink and sat down.
Or high.
I’ve never been high so I can’t really compare, but I did feel weird lol.
So basically, what I’m saying, is that if you want to feel drunk or high, and save your self a few dollars and calories, just head to the bar next to my house, order a glass of water, and sit back and try to figure out what the heck is going on.
You’re welcome!
In middle school my mom served detention with me. She worked a job where she never knew if she was going to be able to pick me up that day or not, so everyday I walked out of homeroom (the last period of the day) and had to look for her when all the kids were released to get on the buses. If she was there I got in the car with her, if she wasn't I got on the bus. Well, my teacher noticed and made an issue out of it because I should have turned around and come back into the classroom instead of just getting in the car. She gave me 3 days lunch detention. My mom showed up all three days and we played Othello until it was over then she took me to lunch. I'm in my 30's now and it is one of the best memories I have from middle school. That teacher never did get over it and gave me an F in homeroom and I didn't care and I knew no one else would ever care either. It was one of those first moments as a teen that I realized through anything my mom had my back. I'm sure your daughter will cherish it the same way. Thank you Eden.
Sounds like you have an amazing mom!! I really hope that one day my daughter looks back on this “experience” as fondly as you do 🙂 I’m trying my best!
I wish I lived closer to you so we could hang out!
I hope you really do pay attention to the comments on the article about your daughter's health condition. You not telling her that the therapy appointments are to help maintain and not improve– that's a part of hiding what her prognosis is. The course of her condition, the fact that it doesn't stay stagnant… That's hiding it. She needs to know. I was younger then her when I found out that eventually I'd need a wheelchair and I knew that eventually I would get weaker. I've been using wheelchairs since I was a little over 6, and while I changed dreams, that doesn't mean that I'll never be able to fly. A wheelchair and any other things that she may have to deal with in the future– things I've probably already dealt with as I've just turned 20– it doesn't affect the ability to fly. Knowing one's prognosis isn't taking anything away but instead giving power to someone who needs it the most when society says those very opposite things to her. That she won't be able to x, that she'll likely be x by x, and so much more. Even things that you may believe she won't be able to do but she'll prove to you that she can. The people who have disabilities and similar conditions commenting, they're doing it from the heart so that she doesn't have to go through many of the horrifying stories that are so common in the disability and illness/disorder community. Bless.
I read the article on yahoo and I actually saw tons of comments from people with disabilities supporting her decision. I don't think she's “hiding” anything as much as not being as upfront as an adult to adult might be. I myself have a disability and my parent's made the same choice as the author did and I'm glad they did. It let me carve out my own way without limitations and I think I went a lot further than I would have otherwise.
I would join that party!
Party!! Woot woot!!