Clearing The Cobwebs

Thanks

As you probably noticed, I disabled comments when I uploaded my last post. I'm not one who is adept at talking about my feelings. I tend to make jokes instead.

Well, many of you ignored my attempt to wrap myself up in a warm fuzzy blanket and shut out the world. I have received so many warm emails filled with encouragement, sympathy, recommendations, offers of assistance, and your own experiences with autism. I truly appreciate each and every one. Your emails have meant so much to Ella and I.

Now let's move on before this becomes a Sally Field moment.

It's Like Ray-Ee-Yain On Your Wedding Day

In light of recent events, here are two things I wish I would've done differently when I started this site:

1. Went with a different tagline. "Proof my children will be using their college funds for therapy" seemed funny at the time. Now that Zed is undergoing weekly education and speech therapy, it doesn't sound nearly as funny. Time for a new slogan, dontcha think?
2. Picked a different fake last name. I could've picked any name in the phonebook. I went with Holland. Dumbass. As one of my friends pointed out, there is a well-known analogy that compares raising a child with autism to planning a trip to Italy but ending up in Holland instead.
   

But I Haven't Lost My Self-Righteous Indignation

I received an email last week from someone at Banyan Productions. Apparently, they are planning a spin-off of Trading Spaces featuring stay-at-home dads. I got no problem with that. The problem I had was with the following line from the email (italics are mine):

"We would love to find SAHM DADS in DENVER who own their own home."

Sigh. Someone cue Rodney Dangerfield.

Song of the day: Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) by Sly & The Family Stone