Survival Mode

I have been thinking about this blog a lot lately.  So many things have changed in Joel.  So much has gotten harder.  He has Autism.  It has changed him, changed us as well.  I really need to start posting again.  Updating.  I want his story to be full and complete here. I need to work through my thoughts and feelings...

But that's just it.  I don't want to think about my feelings, my emotions.  I think about sitting down to write, and after several moments of trying to figure out how to put everything, anything, into words I find it's easier to give in to a distraction like the kids or the house.  I sit down at the computer to try and force myself to write and somehow find myself mindlessly browsing Facebook, avoiding facing my emotions without even thinking about it.  Something, anything but thinking about my feelings.  Tears come more easily than I am comfortable with.  Autism is hard.  Behavioral issues are hard.  Life is hard.  Sometimes I feel like I can't write out of pure exhaustion.  Sometimes it's because I have a million words to say, but can't figure out how to say or write a single one.

So instead I just keep looking straight ahead, putting one foot in front of the other.  I call it survival mode.  The problem is that I want to do so much more than survive.  I just don't know how.

Every time I look at this blog it hurts.  It hurts because I look back at old posts and hear the excitement I felt at the progress he was making.  Progress that has been ripped from us in so many ways.  I look back and see the difference in the number of posts between 2008 and 2009.  That was about when his seizures started  coming back after not having them for a couple of years after his surgery.  That was when the Autism started creeping in, slowly stealing what little communication he had and locking him into his own little world.  That was when it got hard to write.

Things are starting to get better.  Joel just started ABA (behavioral therapy) last week and we now have an awesome support team.  We have been doing parent training with the best of the best since June.  It has forced me to face the Autism, which was hard at first, then good.  That's how I was able to write my last post.  But now that the ten-plus-hours a week of ABA has started, and at least one of the therapists is a counseling intern (both of Joel's therapists are psychotherapists), I am having to face my thoughts and feelings in a whole new way.  It's oh-so-hard, but I know it will be good in the end.  I have so much to be thankful for, and while I am going to try to process my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, I am going to choose to focus on the good.

With love and emotions,
Joel's Mom