I take a look at my kids’ Facebook pages and wonder, “Why is the socialization question still being asked of homeschoolers?” My kids, all 30+, have a predictable group of social media friends: family members, work colleagues, and school friends. Yes, that’s right “school friends.” Not all of in this last group were homeschooled, but
Who remembers hiding under the blankets with a flashlight to keep reading a book after lights out? I certainly do. When my grandkiddos visit, I see a faint glow of an e-reader after bedtime has been declared, the 21st century version of flashlight and blanket. We bibliophiles are known for lamenting the demise of the
One of the hardest steps for a family is accepting that a loved one has a mental illness. The next hardest is accepting that you are also a “victim” of the illness. I don’t like using the word “victim;” it is such an overused word. Mental illness, like so many other biological illnesses, affects family
One of my first questions when our son was returning home after a suicide attempt was, “How do we ‘watch’’ him?” I didn’t get the answer I wanted: “You don’t.”
I was prepared to have a 24-hour watch, and do it all myself if I had to. That was neither possible nor practical. In the emotion of the moment, I wasn’t thinking; I was reacting. I didn’t, couldn’t, think about myself.
Like any traumatic change, acceptance is at the end. Whether the change is due to loss of income, illness, or a job change, a point comes when the new way of life is accepted.
The day my son called and told me about his attempted suicide, followed by telling me that he had been diagnosed with a mental illness, I tried to maintain a “sunny attitude.” Part of the charade was so he wouldn’t get angry and hang up. And, part was due to not knowing what else to do. It was three days before I cried.
Holidays are hard. Crowded schedules, family expectations, self expectations, and physical and emotional drain. For our loved ones who suffer with brain disorders that cause emotional distress, all the stress of the holidays is even worse. While we are planning joyous celebrations, our ill family member may be just trying to deal with the daily