tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17425654.post113502526462609387..comments2024-03-09T01:07:20.958-05:00Comments on Day Sixty-Seven: A Different Kind of ReflectionChristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09687586555108712164noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17425654.post-1135265659970663392005-12-22T10:34:00.000-05:002005-12-22T10:34:00.000-05:00On my birthday (which was Dec 10th) I made some co...On my birthday (which was Dec 10th) I made some comment too about my face has changed--thinned out, with lines. <BR/><BR/>It's been 6 years since "autism" became a common word in our household. About 3 years ago I noted that when I got angry--because Charlie was not getting some program, the school district was full of no's, some doctor's office showed us the door really fast--I felt the face and teeth clench. And Charlie always picked up on it and he got more agigated and...downword spiral.<BR/><BR/>It's only this year--after five years at it--that I smile, even laugh, in teh face of messes like the one he made in my bedroom (papers, paint chips, rice...). Why feel worse than I might have to?kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01104388229716638534noreply@blogger.com