So TV glamour aside – the reality of living with Autism in the family.
I ended the weekend totally exhausted. Went to work determined to leave it all behind me and concentrate on a major project which culminates tomorrow – when we retire two old websites and divert all the users to the newer current one. Tomorrow is going to be a late one.
First thing I get is a hitch in that process. Second – and before I get to look at that – another site we have has a major problem! It’s main functionality stopped completely.
Deep breath! Put aside the planned work for today – deal with this.
A phone call from the wife – Our youngest -the one with Autism – who has to face a long journey on a bus to get to school every day and has been struggling with it – has finally snapped. Just like we had been warning them – and asking them to change his transport arrangements – to no avail. He has flipped out and hurt other children. Now the bus company are refusing to take him anymore. Not even to bring him home.
So now we have an issue. I now have to get these jobs done quicker as I have to leave early to pick him up from school.
So bang – get one done. Bang get the other one done – need to get them tested and live.
Another phone call from the school.
Now – he has had a fall at school and had been rushed to A&E.
Got to get this fix live! Now! And leave!
Raced over to get him as my wife is in the hospital for heart cardiac rehab.
By the time I get him home and safe my heart is racing and chest is hurting so bad I think I might be joining her pretty soon!
I would say I can’t take many more days like this but this is becoming normal for us.
Oh for the easier days!
I am just thankful I have an understanding employer.
A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.
Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.
Would all the earth succumb to the concrete blanket of mankind? Was that the best legacy they could leave? Was their vision that limited?
One day there would come a time when it would be more profitable to tear these trees down than to leave them. Then there would be no power on earth that would save them. Even concerned consumers couldn’t stand in the way of profits anymore.