Wednesday, October 27, 2010


I am a great problem solver. At work, all day long I fix things; I help people, I give clear direction, I have the answers. I am confident that if I cannot solve the problem I can find the person who will. I know what to do. I create good outcomes. At work.
I'm lucky, I really know this. I don't complain often.
It's so frustrating though to come home and feel so lost, so confused, so unsure, so unprepared for this thing that is my life.
Can I tell you about sometimes? Do you know about sometimes?
Autisim sucks.


  1. I SO get this. It's like when Noah just flips his lid, and I have no idea WHY. It's totally out of our control, and that feeling is really, really hard. I get ya.