thetorontostar – A Real Mom Story on Raising a "Special" Family

Entry Sixty Two- “Interesting”

I have thought about that pediatric neurologist a lot since we left her office that day. I have thought about why she would have selected that particular field of medicine given her seemingly lack of compassion or consideration for her patients and their families. (For Reference see Entry Fifty Nine- Feeling Acknowledged). It didn’t makeContinue reading “Entry Sixty Two- “Interesting””

Entry Fifty Four-Somedays I Am Just Over It

The other day was a struggle. Not anymore or any less of a struggle compared to any other day. I just felt it. And I hadn’t felt the struggle in a long time. I was over it. I had watched my son struggle to fall asleep the night before for over an hour. (I obviouslyContinue reading “Entry Fifty Four-Somedays I Am Just Over It”

Entry Fifty Three- An Analogy

Consider a fire at an elementary school. A veteran firefighter can walk right up to the flames and put them out, business as usual. In contrast, a first-grader witnessing his classroom burst into flames will experience minutes of intense fear, confusion and helplessness….a fifth grader in a different part of the building didn’t feel asContinue reading “Entry Fifty Three- An Analogy”

Entry Fifty One- Sunday

That quintessential lazy Sunday morning we almost never experience as a family because my husband is usually at work. This past Sunday was different, my husband was home and we all stayed in our pyjamas until almost 10:00am! We started the morning with a nice breakfast and then Olivia was asking to see some picturesContinue reading “Entry Fifty One- Sunday”

Entry Forty Eight- My Alias

Sharing can be scary and believe it or not, I am scared of sharing. I still prefer to hide behind my “@arealmomstory” alias. Many of my social media “friends” from my personal social media accounts are unaware of my “real mom story”. In my posts I reveal my deepest thoughts and currently I am onlyContinue reading “Entry Forty Eight- My Alias”

Entry Forty Two- I Encourage You To Write

I used to speak to my social worker weekly, then biweekly, and I now probably every other month. I still cry for varying lengths of time during every session but I do feel lighter after, like a bit of my worry is gone. “Silence reinforces the godforsaken isolation of trauma” (Bessel Van Der Kolk) IContinue reading “Entry Forty Two- I Encourage You To Write”