Monday, June 17, 2013

Poo poo in the potty!!! by LO

Have you ever had one of those days or shall I say moments that you wish you could crawl under a rock and live there forever?  Yea!  Well let me tell you a story that I was told the other day.


We shall call her LO. 

Lo came over last night and we were just hanging out on the couch watching Tv and talking.  Making fun of people that we should never make fun of and just having a blast....

She looks over at me later in the night and says "I have to tell you what happened the other night when me and (Cece)<--fake name- went to this party of a girl that she knows."

                 The following is a true story told to me by LO.

"So I was sitting at this party and I had to go, you know #2.  Yea so I excused myself and I went into the bathroom to do my business.  After I was done and I had tried to flush, IT WOULD NOT FLUSH!  I was mortified."

Now y'all at this point I had to ask, "Was it because it was too much for the toilet to handle?"  (LMAO)!!! 

LO says, "No, it had no water in the tank.  So I started to look around the bathroom to try and find something so I could put more water into the tank and all I found was a small cup that you would us to rinse your mouth with!"

(more laughing)  (LO is rolling her eyes and Laughing)

She continues, "I didn't know what to do and if I stayed in there any longer they were going to think that I was constipated!  So I went out, closed the door, calmly walked into the living room and told Cece that to come here please.  She looked at me and said 'What's wrong?'  Please come with me.  Please!!  She stood up and followed me into the bathroom looked at me and said 'Ok so what is wrong?'  OMG the toilet won't flush.  She looked at me and said, 'Don't ever think that I don't love you!' She then picked up the cup and started to put water in the tank while saying 'ya, know, if you were thinking you would have taken all of that stuff out of the metal tub over there and used that to put water in to fill this up, then you wouldn't have needed me!'  Geez......"

Oh the stuff that we lady's put up with.  A man would have walked out and shouted..

DAMN!  Who left that pile in the bathroom??

Then walk away like it wasn't him...

Have you had anything embarrassing happen like that to you??  I wanna hear about it in the comments........

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Me and my Crazy ass Family............

This is a guest blog.....She needed to rant for a minute and maybe get some feedback......Maybe she will be a regular here... 

OK so my family is selfish and self centered to a point that I do not understand. The day that my husband gets out of the hospital I beg him to go down to help my parents move, because none of my other siblings are helping them. We go down to find that there is not even anything packed and that the house is gross to he point you want to vomit, because no one has done anything there in months.

Now keep in mind that there are 4 adults and a baby living there(my parents and my sister her man and their child). They have known for well over a month that the moving day was coming, and yet no one has made any attempt to do anything!

Anyways, we bust our asses for like 7 hours to make a dent in this fucking mess, and realize its almost 10pm. My boys are tired, hungry, and way past ready to go home. Time for us to leave we go out to the car, and the mother fucker will not start, JUST GREAT!!! We are stranded!

So we go to the new trailer, and make a deal that would eventually start the fight of the century.

Since my father owns a shop we ask him to fix the car, and that we would stay and help him. Wednesday morning we get up, and it's this, that, and the other helping my father.  About 5 pm they go and get the bracket for the alternator just to find out that it also needs another alternator (which will have to wait until Thursday now because its so late). So we continue to work on getting my parents moved, and our son goes into complete meltdown mode because he is tired of being in ass raping country with nothing to do. I call my biological mom to see if he can go stay with her until the car is fixed and we get back home. By now I have three rooms completely done! (well not cleaned but packed and emptied) can't really do anymore at this point because my mom has her room to do, and my sisters nasty fucking room that I refuse to touch! Thursday comes around and more moving and packing and this, that, and the other, they get the part for the car around 4pm, and realize that they need another bolt...oHMG are you kidding me? So we continue to work; all the while my diabetic husband hasn't had a descent meal in days because the gas is not hooked up to cook... so he is pretty  much an ass at this point. Thursday, Friday same shit Saturday. By that time my husband has had it, so I tell him to head home and get our son I would finish there and they could come back and get me early Sunday morning.

I was at the trailer waiting on my father and working around my sisters shit. In the meantime my other sister showed up acting like she was a hard ass and in charge of everything! Um no bitch, I do not think so, I have been here for days doing this shit and she was not about to come in and tell me what to do! Well, when my father decided to show up we got into an argument because I was tired by this point of working around my sisters shit. My other sister and I decided to say fuck it; went into the room from hell, and went to town. Weeks of fucking dirty ass diapers and ash trays and just filth!! Disgusting! I do not see how anyone can live like that let alone keep a child in that environment!

During all this fucking insanity, another scenario....my moms mom bought all her grandchildren porcelain dolls named after them, that have been in my mothers possession since her mom passed away. I didn't get one because I came into the picture after she had passed away. So over the years, my mother had collected other dolls, that she said I could have after she was gone. That is not the point, the point is she had decided to give my siblings their dolls, and I had asked her if I could have mine too, she said yes, but by the end of the night she had asked if she could keep mine until she was gone because she loved the dolls.
                  Do you have any clue how that made me feel?

Out of all my siblings I am probably the only one that will cherish and take care of the dolls. Whatever, I was selfish and didn't give them back. To top that off I had asked my father if I could have the cabinet in my moms room, he said I had to ask my mom, so I did and she said she didn't care. When I was ready to load my stuff up to get ready to go, my father said that he wanted that cabinet, and the only way I could keep it was to trade him my recliner. Seriously!  Are you kidding me?! I have been here for days and busted my ass to help and you are going to come at me like that with some dumb shit!!!  WTF?

Last but not least during this whole horrible fucking week I sold my father my bed that is well worth over a grand... I sold it to him for furnishing the work that needs done on the car and 100 cash. I called him today because I really need the money,  and he proceeds to tell me that I cant have the money because he has to help my one sister pay her $450 gas bill. That, by the way, has been disconnected. 

I am so pissed right now!
I wish he would step back and look at all the shit I have done for him this week!

Monday, June 3, 2013

Special needs children and SEX! How you might do 'it'

So this post is a little off track for what I normally do but I thought that I would try to help.

I was recently asked how to tell your child about the birds and the bee's?  The only catch on this is the one asking me as a child with special needs.  I am not sure how to answer that question for a special needs boy, but I will try my damnedest to try and explain what I did.

So my daughter was 10 when we had the 'talk' and it went ok.......

I sat her down and told her the basics, like ok so you know because of looking at your brother that you have a Ya' Ya' and your brother has a wennie.  So soon you will be having a period and that is where........and I explained what that was and why we have it.  That was the 'talk' that she got when she was 10ish.

When she turned 13 we had a different talk. 

I let her know that masturbation was ok when she was alone.  I told her that sex before marriage was not ok with me or her dad but that she would most likely have it anyways and because I knew that that might happen I wanted her to know all that she can about it.

I told her about all, ALL, of the STD's that she could get and what they do to her body.  I also let her know that some of them will not go away with medicine.  I told her that if she did chose to have pre-marital sex that I wanted her to go and get birth control first.  (you can judge me all you want on that one but I would rather her be safe and not get pregnant than come home one day like I did and be pregnant and not do what all she was meant to do)  

I am by no means an expert I am just a mom.   I have a teenage daughter.  I was once a teenage girl and I know what all goes on in a girls head. 

This part of my blog was copied from the website FRIENDSHIP CIRCLE BLOG.  It is not my writing.  I always give credit where credit is due :)

There is often a lot of anxiety around talking to children with special needs about growing up, relationships and sex. Parents worry their children may be vulnerable to exploitation and abuse. But by teaching your child about sex and relationships you can help keep them safe.

Whether your child has special needs or not, they will still hit puberty and the chances are they will have sexual feelings. Giving them the information they need to understand those feelings and channeling them appropriately is very important.

Sadly, a lot of young people with special needs get negative messages about sex – ‘Don’t do that, it’s not nice!’ ‘Stop touching yourself, that’s bad!’ As your child turns into a young adult, they need sensible information and advice to help them develop positive, healthy attitudes.

19 Tips For Talking About Sexuality & Relationships

Netbuddy - Special Needs ResourcesThe following tips for talking to your child about sexuality and relationships have been contributed to Netbuddy by parents and special needs professionals.  We hope they will give you some ideas for handling this sensitive, but important subject.

1. Public & private

Teach the difference between public & private. This can be body parts, places, clothing, behaviors & communication. If you do this at an early age, your child will learn this important difference before puberty.

2. Take it somewhere private

If your child starts to discuss a private activity in public, interrupt or move to a more private area, so you are modeling where to have these sorts of conversations.

3. Appropriate behavior

Talk about what kind of behavior is appropriate in public and in private. For e.g., “Is it OK to kiss and hug your boyfriend during a lesson at college?”

4. Body parts

When bathing, label the body part and whether it is public or private. Use anatomically correct names for genitals.

5. Encourage independence

Whenever possible, & from a young age, encourage independence in wiping/cleaning after going to the toilet & when bathing/drying. If your child needs your help, put your hand over theirs while they do the wiping/drying/cleaning. Tell them you are doing this because their body belongs to them.

6. Touch

Teach your child that they ‘own’ their body. Nobody can touch their body without their consent. They choose who they share their body with, and it’s OK to say ‘no’.

7. Peer pressure

Make sure your child understands they don’t need to kiss, cuddle or have sex with someone if they don’t want to. Remind them they are in control of their body.

8. Just say ‘no’!

Talk about consent with your child. Do they feel confident enough to say ‘no’ to being intimate if they are not ready? Practice saying ‘No’ with them, using assertive body language and eye contact.

9. Comfortable & uncomfortable

Talk about ‘comfortable’ and ‘uncomfortable’ types of touch. ‘When you give me a hug I feel really loved & comfortable.’ ‘Kicking hurts & I feel unsafe & uncomfortable when it happens.’

10. Touch changes

Talk about how touch can start off feeling comfortable, then can become uncomfortable. For eg ‘When you were wrestling with your brother you felt safe until he was rough & then you felt uncomfortable.’

11. Ban ‘good’& ‘bad’

Link the feeling to ‘comfortable’ or ‘uncomfortable’ rather than ‘good’ or ‘bad’. Using ‘good’ or ‘bad’ may make the child feel they are bad if they have an uncomfortable feeling.

12. Business touch

We ask people with disabilities to sit quietly and allow their bodies to be touched by strangers a lot … doctors, therapists, aides, care assistants, etc. This leaves them vulnerable to abuse. Teach about ‘business touch’ e.g. ‘It is the business of the doctor to touch your foot and help it grow straighter.’

13. Explain what you’re doing

Explain to people what you are doing when you have to apply medical ointment/creams to their genitals or clean them when they are soiled. This is an excellent time to talk about private & who can touch, & why the touching is happening.

14. Take it slowly

Don’t bombard your child with a lot of information about sex at once. Be prepared to tell them things again to reinforce the message and help them understand. Make sure you speak to your child at a level they can understand.

15. Keep an open mind

Think about your own feelings, attitudes, values and comfort level related to sexuality issues. Try to maintain an open mind when talking to your child about sexual issues. Try not to react negatively to what they say or do.

16. Get your facts right

Make sure you have correct information before giving it to your child. It’s OK to tell them you’re not sure about an issue and you will find out.

17. Three’s company

It can be helpful to ask a friend or support worker to accompany your child on dates in the early stages of a new relationship. They don’t need to sit with them on a romantic date, but could sit in the same cafĂ© reading a book for example, so still be close at hand for support when needed.

18. Keep it to yourself

If your child is going on a date with someone new, make sure they don’t divulge personal details, such as address, mobile number, bank or passport details. Talk about the importance of privacy.

19. Hormones and emotions

Be prepared for the emotional turbulence that can come with hormonal changes during puberty. Try your best to be patient and understand that your child may need more alone time.

I sure hope that this helps and I would also recommend that you visit the blog that I got some of this information from...

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Why must they grow up?

Ok so I needed to blog today, only because I need some way of coping with what I am going through! 


My babies are growing up!!!!!

When did that happen?  I know that it was just yester-year that I had my beautiful 6lb 5oz 18inch long baby girl, that started kindergarten and then 6th grade, but when did she grow up?!  I am NOT ready for this!!  NO!  I want my baby back!  It isn't fair that they have to grow up and go to high school! 

When she started kindergarten she didn't want to let me go.  I had to stay with her most of the day because she was literally attached to my leg.  I thought it was so funny.  Then she got distracted and I ran, out of the room, out of the school, and into my waiting car.  I carried on the rest of the day like nothing was different. <--looking back I should have cried and fought for her to stay by my side.  I didn't though, I knew that she had to go to school and I still had a little one that I needed to care for at home.  She was home soon enough and I took a picture of her getting off of the bus that afternoon! I can't find it so here is one of her and her brother...

                                     


She was ok the next year when she went on to 1st grade and so was I.  That is the way it went until she changed schools, but again I still had one that was in Elementary that I could baby so I was ok with it.  Now I am not ok with the fact that she is about to start HIGH SCHOOL!!! 

It goes from baby dolls and Barbie dolls to boys and cars!  It all happens so fast that you don't even know that it is happening.  It hasn't hit my husband yet but I am sure that it will when we go to the 'crossing over' ceremony in a couple of weeks.  He will cry!  I will take a photo of it to show him later when he denies it!! 

High school is a bad thing in my mind.  High school is where 'things' happen.  Bad things most of the time. You know like driving, dating, parties, so on and so forth.  I know that I am not the only one that this has happened to.  I am sure that my mom went through the same thing when I started high school, and her mom before her and on and on.....

How do you make the panic stop though?  Has anyone figured out how to make them stop growing?  Can you share it with me please!!  I really didn't think that I was going to be one of "those" mom's!!  You know the kind I am talking about.  I am sure you don't wanna be one either.  Just wait, it's coming. 

Lord help us all....they are still growing up!!!!  Here is her first day of High School...


Friday, May 17, 2013

Why does this happen to me? ! ? !

So I don't know how many of you know this but my FIL had Dementia and  Alzheimer's and it sucks ass!!!

Today's adventure is as follows...

  1. Wake up
  2. Make coffee
  3. Go potty
  4. Receive a dumpster that I didn't know was coming
  5. Take said FIL to (Job interview that he can't remember where)  <---should be fun
So I woke up just fine.  Slept real good.  Went and let out my kitty so he could run and play with others while I made my coffee...Coffee makes me potty so that was the next step in my day so far. 

This is where it gets interesting....

I look out of the living room window and see the dumpster guys pulling into the driveway.  Hum.. I guess that someone ordered a dumpster.  Cool!  Then I see the 'dumpster guy' walking up to my house. 

  • Yes can I help you?
  • I need to drop this.
  • Um...ok just get it as close to the house as possible and get it out of the driveway.
Moves the dumpster so it is right up against the pile of house....
  • Ok so I need you to sign for this and I need payment.
  • I don't have payment, I didn't even know it was coming, let me call someone.
So I call the MIL, it goes as follows.
  • Hey the dumpster guys are here, did you know about this?
  • Yea I told (FIL) <---name here....where I wanted it.
  • Um ok well I already had them drop it.
  • No, they are going to have to move it to the area I wanted it
  • Ok, let me give him the phone.
I give him the phone and walk to the house where the FIL is. I knock LOUDLY because he is also hard of hearing.  He hears and comes to the door with a stupid grin on his face and says....
  • Sorry the office is closed, please come back tomorrow.
  • OK, the dumpster guy is here, do you have the money for them?
  • Tell them to come back tomorrow because we are closed.
  • Seriously? !
  • Yes, we reopen tomorrow.
OMG! WTF!  He is at the house not a business for those of you still wondering.

I walk back over and get the phone back and go back into my house.  MIL calls me back and proceeds to tell me that UIL is calling in a CC number. Not to worry about it.  ==p <--gun) (POW)

Oh LAWD!!!  So that is done.  They are gone I am chillin in my house, and there is a knock at my door.  Holy CRAP it is the FIL!!!  WHY ? ! ? !   Well let me tell ya why....
  • Hey are you doing anything today?
  • Um I don't know why?
  • Well I need a ride into town for a job interview.
  • Ok, where?
  • Oh, um, damn, I don't remember....
  • Ok well I guess I can.
  • Ok thanks. (he walks away)
Crap!  What the hell did I just agree to? !? !  Shit!!  Damnit!!!!!!!

I shall let you know what happens later.....D
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Monday, May 13, 2013

My Mommy's day experience. . . . . . . . . . . .

Hi y'all....Happy Monday to you! 

       How was your mommy's day?  Mine was horrid!!  The worst!!  Why well keep reading.....

It started out great, I woke up at around 9ish and sat down and drank my coffee in the peace and quiet of my living room.  I then got up and texted a few people happy mommy's day, called my MIL and my mom to wish them the same.  The kids and the Hubs rose and so we started our day.  I was asked by the hubs what I wanted to do today, -->this crossed my mind (The same thing we do every -mother's day- try and take over the world)  Go to the beach!!!    I want to go to the beach!  So we all got our swim suits on and then #1 strikes....

         Bear- Dad I started my period.
         Dad- ok
         Bear- the sharks will get me
         Me- (rolls eyes) Let's go!!

We head out after getting what few things we need packed.  (sample) ---> 4 towels, sunscreen (no one used)  nook, phone, sun glasses, and swim trunks for the boys. 

Stop at McD's for lunch and we are off.....We get about 20 miles or so from McD's and BOOM traffic!  *sigh*  Ok well it's ok.  I tell the large one that we are not in any hurry so chill!  (noon-ish)

About 2-ish we are still in said traffic and he is flipped his lid about 3 times....*sigh*  Traffic clears and we are off.....We make it to the beach at about 2:30pm, it isn't too full.....Just right......Bear informs her 'daddy' that she has to poop. . . . . WTF!!  We just left town . . . . . We just stopped at a Sonic so I could Pee before we came out to the beach why didn't you go there! ? ! ? ! 

Me being the parent says "ok lets just take her to the port-a-potty so she can go" because now she has informed me that she needs to change her *clears throat* lady thing too...

My husband on the other hand. . . ."No I will dig a hole and we will shield her because now I have to go too so you can shield me later" W T F ! ! !   "NO!!  WE WILL GO INTO TOWN!!!"

He is digging hole!  I just walked away....*sigh*  Why does this shit happen to me?  <--No pun intended. . . .   did I get an apology?  PFFT NO...  I was pissed at the both because we had 'neighbors' all around us and they know what is going on if someone makes a 'tent' against a truck.  uuggghhghghg!!  

OH and to top it off on the way home...yep you guessed it traffic again!!

How was your mommy's day?

Thursday, May 9, 2013

My name is Dawna and this is my story...


When I was asked to write this, I didn't have to think twice about it. The first answer that came to mind was absolutely, yes I will, but before I do so, it needs to be said that mental disorders or diseases of the mind are no more shameful than diseases of the heart, the lungs or any other organ of the body. They are just harder to comprehend, even by those of us who suffer from them. 
My name is Dawna LeMay and ten years ago I was diagnosed with PTSD, Bipolar Disorder, Generalized Anxiety and OCD.
The first thing you need to know, is that I never would have taken the first step to see a psychiatrist to
get a diagnosis if it wasn't for the fact that I had a 4 year old son at the time and it was about 6 weeks after the death of my mother, who I had cared for, for four years. He was doing some silly thing that 4 year olds do and it was just more than I could take at that moment, and I sat on the staircase, literally ripping hair out of my head,crying and repeating, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." Words my son doesn't remember, but I will never forget. That even at this moment bring tears to my eyes.

Over the next year I went through extensive therapy, covering everything from sexual abuse by an uncle, a brother and a family friend, to the sometimes abominable way my own mother treated me and disrespected me growing up, causing me to question her love, almost right up until her dying day. An abusive relationship in my teens and a close call in my twenties...the cherry on top being in the position of playing 24 hour caregiver to the woman I still wasn't entirely sure loved me, but was certain that this was the one way of earning that love. Watching her slowly die for 36 months, spending long days in hospitals and longer nights at home struggling with whether I hoped she lived or died. I suppose you can understand where the PTSD comes in now?


Now, put that PTSD on top of some Bipolar. (Which is a condition both of my parents were diagnosed with. My father, back in the day when it was still called "manic depression" and my mother in her early 40's) I was told I was "rapid cycling." If you ask my son what that means, he will tell you that it means: "You'll be having a really funny conversation with her in the kitchen and she'll be making up her hilarious lyrics to songs while she's making dinner and by the time you're finished eating she will be sitting alone and want nothing to do with anyone." Yeah...that's rapid.

 I have been out of therapy and off medication for 8 years. A year after my mother passed and I had gotten myself more together, I moved with my son to CT to live with his dad and we finally got married. I weened myself off my meds and thought everything was going to be fine, since I was removed from all the things that were "triggers" for me.


However, over the course of the last several months I had begun to notice myself having less and less of my "highs" and they didn't last as long. My "lows" were coming more often and lasting longer. I was drinking more often (which was a big red flag for me, because I am a BIG TIME self medicator!!) On "Ash Wednesday" I went to the psychiatrist. On "Good Friday" I had my last drink
and on my grandfather's birthday (god rest his soul) I began trying to put my life together once again.
It is very important for people to know that there are so many places out there to get support. With todays technology you just type in the word and you have thousands of links to choose from!

If you suspect that someone you know is in trouble, talk to them, maybe you can encourage them to seek help, or even convince them to talk to their primary care physician who could advise them. Mental illness doesn't just go away over time (as I am finding out). Mental illness is very serious and very seriously overlooked. Many times because there are still so many who attach such a stigma to it.

I was asked if I wanted to post anonymously and I said that anonymity didn't matter to me. Helping matters. I don't care if my name is attached to it or not. But, if it isn't attached, I don't want anyone to think it's out of shame. I am very proud of everything that makes me who I am, including my struggles. Without my struggles, you wouldn't recognize my triumphs. <3