the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
I was picking up some of James’ medications yesterday afternoon and had to use the restroom, so I brought him into the restroom with me which is what I do whenever I have to use the restroom in public as it keeps James safe from attempting to elope. He doesn’t mind me doing this since it’s all he’s known, but we don’t exactly live in the best state for this even though his disabilities are obvious… I can not wait for us to move.
This was taken by James’ speech therapist because we’re in the process of plugging buttons into his device that are pictures of him or things he has or owns so that he can more easily use them to communicate…
I love this picture so much because both of them looked at the camera right here! I love this so much!
The kids having appointments have all more or less lined up this week, although I’m going to be almost as busy as I am this week in the coming two weeks, which I… don’t really mind because I’m used to it and this is what gets the job done as Gen Z kids like to say. Bub (James) has an appointment with the child psychiatrist coming up, and Li’l Monster (Jason) will be having his nineteenth well check done by the pediatrician that has seen him since birth in the coming weeks, so I mean… it is what it is. I enjoy being their carer immensely so…
My son’s paternal grandmother has blocked me on Facebook after trying to follow me there for a week.
My guess is that she speculated she could make me marry her son (“my child’s father”) when she found out that my oldest son’s father — my late husband — had passed away, and finding out… what her son did to me did not work out too well for her. I have no regrets about drawing the hard boundary that there will never be direct contact between me and my rapist, or direct contact between my rapist and the son he produced through rape. This is absolutely non-negotiable and I will never revisit this, let alone change my mind on any of the matters surrounding this. I suggest that if she genuinely has a difficult time processing what her son did to me and what this means from a legal standpoint that she seek counseling, because not only is she not my problem, but she raised her son to be this way. I do not consider her, or them, family to any of us at all…