Since the boys’ developmental pediatrician is retiring at the end of the year, Bub has been transferred into the child psychiatry unit at the hospital that his developmental pediatrician will have worked at for a very long time. He’s already met them and is being prescribed the prescriptions that he’s been taking (guanfacine, Risperidone, Valium as needed) through them, which is one less thing that I have to worry about! With any luck the dentist the boys have been seeing for… well, forever, will be able to put sealants on Bub’s molars after he’s been sedated with Valium. We can do haircuts now. He can get immunizations at the pharmacy.

These medications have been an absolute game changer for him and I am exceedingly thankful for them.

But my site host is giving me a bit of shit, so that’s going to have to wait until it’s n—

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The position of the legs is definitely a trait he inherited me, but how in the world did my child grow so long?

I was yesterday years old when I was reputably informed that the man on my oldest son’s birth certificate — term used exceedingly loosely, of course — had passed away. Now, to explain this in slightly better detail.

I was given the link to his obituary, which I later found out was written by his sister. However, with the exception of his sister mentioning that she had to identify his body, then consent to cremation, I haven’t found anything about the cause of his death. I called Social Security this morning and gave them his name and Social Security Number, which I have due to it being in my son’s custody order, and they confirmed that he is deceased. From there, I ordered a copy of his death certificate on behalf of my son because I’m sure there are instances where he’s probably going to need it. I’m working on having my son’s child support case deleted from the system since you can’t garnish wages from a dead man, and this means that arrears stopped accruing in December of 2023 (the month after he died). Although I am a bit curious to find out the cause of death myself if the death certificate can tell me that — sometimes they’re rubbish at listing the actual causes of death, so this is going to be a crapshoot — this is not something that surprises me one bit. To be honest, as I’ve mentioned to people and in previous blog posts, I always knew that he was going to go at some point, earlier than the rest of us, although bad people do tend to live long lives for the most part. He wouldn’t let anyone help him with the things he needed help with, and I’m not even sure that help would actually have helped him anyway… I mean, if the court system calls you irredeemable almost from the start, you know you’ve got a problem. All I can say on this matter is that I am at peace with his death. My son and I don’t have to worry about stalking that defied the lifetime restraining order that I was issued, and we don’t have to worry about threats. This is also something I will not tell my son due to his intellectual disabilities.